On a damp November morning, we walked along the lanes around Church Lawford. The rain held off, and it was good to see the winter barley sprouting. The lanes around this area are quiet and only 3 or 4 cars passed us.
It was the 11th of November so at the eleventh hour, we paused our walk in a muddy farmyard for a few minutes of silence to remember the fallen in the wars. The setting seemed somehow appropriate with the damp and the mud. We reflected on the farm workers and farm horses that would have left a farm such as this to fight in the 1914 to 1919 war.
We continued our walk, crossing back across the Coventry to London railway just as a train sped under, shaking the bridge. When we returned to Church Lawford, we paused to take a look at the war memorial. From this small village, eight men are listed as dying in the First World War and one in the Second World War.
After a time of reflection, we visited the Old Smithy for lunch. Our old favourite, the Moby Dick appeared on 2 dinner plates on this occasion.
MIRTH 