At this time of year with 11th November approaching thoughts always turn to those who fought and died in the First and Second World Wars.
On a beautiful summers day in August we visited a typical English summer village fete, held in the grounds of lovely manor house. This scene who have been quite familiar to those living 80 years ago. With a band playing vintage tunes, beautiful gardens to walk around, a coconut shy, tombola, cream teas and homemade cakes.
On the main lawn was a marquee that showed displays and information about RAF Warmwell, which was a Second World War airfield, located close by and now derelict.
In the church next door are the war graves of those that died from that airfield. Those that died were all in their 20's and included British, Canadian, Polish and South African personnel. This is the first time I have come across Commonwealth War Graves in a village churchyard.
My parents and all my aunts and uncles were all in the services during the 1939-1945 and were lucky to come through it all OK, but this summer scene reminded me so vividly that others had not been so lucky. They may not have been able to start families that could enjoy this summer scene.
This post is dedicated to all those that died or suffered as a consequence of that dreadful time in our history.
Their yesterdays bought us our tomorrow. (*)
(*) Quote was taken from Andy Cooke who has written about the history of the airfield see here.