Anyone would think Christmas is right round the corner what with the frantic shopping going on this morning. I do love a Saturday morning in our little market town. It's not really about the shopping, it's about bumping into all kinds of interesting folks and having a cup of coffee in a favourite place with a good friend and watching the locals with their dogs and elf-dressed children. I even saw a dog wearing a Father Christmas hat. And today we had community carols with the Thornbury Brass band, so jolly and wonderful to hear the sounds of Christmas echoing through the shops.
I know Christmas has turned into being all about the presents, but this week I received something more valuable to me than any hastily bought present could possibly be -my own piece of history, one of the poppies from the Tower of London Exhibit - Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red. It came with Tower of London dirt still attached, and once I've found the ideal place to 'plant' it, it will be a fitting memorial for all those who died in war, especially my Great -Uncle Algy, who died aged 17, in German East Africa. We have so much to be grateful for.
I know Christmas has turned into being all about the presents, but this week I received something more valuable to me than any hastily bought present could possibly be -my own piece of history, one of the poppies from the Tower of London Exhibit - Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red. It came with Tower of London dirt still attached, and once I've found the ideal place to 'plant' it, it will be a fitting memorial for all those who died in war, especially my Great -Uncle Algy, who died aged 17, in German East Africa. We have so much to be grateful for.