‘it’s remembering people who are not here any more’

GEORGE could hardly believe it was that time of year again. The fading greens of late summer had become the wild blackberries, the reds and golds that meant September. And now suddenly it was as if he

It was in the mid-50s that I went with my grandmother to the Remembrance Day services held at the war memorial. There were a group of World War One veterans in a line and, as a young child, it was a s

Remembrance Day is a national opportunity to reflect on the burdens that soldiers bear. But as we pause to remember the sacrifices of the past, we should also consider those who will serve in the futu

T RACY’S passing a box of teacakes across the scanner. She’s also chatting to one of her favourite customers – Mrs P – when her eyes stray to the clock in the corner of her screen. Ten-thirty a.m. on

DILLY ran a hand over the old stone, rough with occasional patches of lichen and down the weathered inscription. The bleak October sky was heavy with rain. But just then, the sun had emerged, warming

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