The station at Przemsul was frantic. The kind of dirty, smelly and noisy frantic that signals a refugee crisis… I’ve seen a few. My grandfather lived through many and made
Category: war
CentenaryCentenary
For some reason, the image moved me to tears. The ninety-four year old monarch standing, black-clad, alone and in silent respect, beside the tomb of a man buried six years
Three facesThree faces
For November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst
Voices in the Mist (1)Voices in the Mist (1)
We had never been to the First World War monuments and graves in northern France. As a young man, I considered them part of a national mindset that glorified war.