Armistice

I went up to the parish church just before 11 o'clock as there's a grave that always catches my eye. It's for two adults plus their only child who died on the front in April 1918. I always feel so sad as I walk past it thinking of the parents who were left behind. I also caught sight of a grave that I've not seen before for a soldier who died just a few weeks before Armistice day.

As I got closer to the chickens all sounds in the area seemed to stop for the two minutes silence, including any crowing from the cockerels. It felt unearthly and I suppose it must have felt that way on the first Armistice day when the guns fell silent.