CHURCH ON FRIDAY

There was a wedding as I passed by the church at lunch time, the bride stunning in a beautiful white dress and carrying mauve and white roses. The town was abustle with shoppers and the market was in full swing.

Next Friday, same place, same time, will be the funeral of a soldier killed in Afghanistan, a local man, a husband and a father of two young children, who died just days before his 30th birthday.

The High Street will be silent and lined with people showing their respects to a brave man.