for the fallen

Our epic 3-day voyage back and forth across the North Sea ends at 8.00am this morning.  We miss breakfast on the ferry so stop at a motorway service station.  Sigh.  

Anniemay and I split up - she fancies something with egg and I fancy something that features neither fowl nor beast.  I’m at the counter of a well known coffee chain, when a business man pushes in front of me.  I give him my best stare whilst he places his order.  When he comes to pay the ‘barista’ says “are you contactless, love?” to which he nods.  I knew he would be; he looks the type.

When my turn comes, she just waits.  I’m a bit miffed that she has already decided that I am not contactless.  Because I’m a pensioner in an anorak? (a rather expensive anorak I might add).  Does she assume I know nothing of the latest electronic funds transfer technology?  I allow my debit card to hover tantalisingly over the machine before inserting it in the slot.  Then retreat to my table to await Anniemay and her egg.

We decide, while we’re in The North, to make a detour on the way home and visit the Yorkshire Sculpture Park to see The Wave.  

The Wave is an installation that features some of the ceramic poppies that wowed the crowds at the Tower of London last year.  Although many were sold off to members of the public the remainder are on tour in the North of England; besides Yorkshire, they can also be seen on Liverpool and Northumberland.

See Anniemay for more.