A solemn day, a day of reflection and sadness

These silhouettes can be found outside several houses in St Neots. I stopped at one last week and read about this local man killed in the First World War

The silhouettes are an initiative of a local school teacher and the trail began last year to mark Remembrance Sunday.

A small, socially distanced service of remembrance will take place in Colmworth Country Park this morning. We have been asked to wear face masks. I will be reciting a memorial prayer in Hebrew and English and I will, as always, think of my paternal grandfather, Sam, who survived the Battle of the Somme. He used to talk to my brother of sleeping in the trenches and how rats ram over the men as they lay in the muddy pits. I have no doubt that his experiences of that war shaped the rest of his life. His wife, my grandma, lost her first boyfriend in that conflict. A New Zealand farmer’s son thousands of miles from home killed on a foreign field. These embroidered postcards are two of the three he sent Katy from France

They are a heartbreaking reminder of the loss and waste of so many young lives

Fields and fences

The big field used to be divided by electric fencing – but it didn’t seem to work well enough and the sheep jumped through and over it with impunity. Now Chris is putting up stock fencing and gates – it’s a work in progress

Glorious late afternoon

I stopped to chat at a friend – outside in her yard, of course. Her views are different to ours and equally stunning
She has a magnificent crab apple tree out front. The apples look so tempting but are only really edible as crab apple jelly.
This is an experiment- taking an iPhone picture through my prescription sunglasses. I like the colours