Archive | November, 2018


11 Nov

The view of the Cenotaph from our previous home.

I think it was in the 1980s on Armistice Day, I was early morning painting some upstairs windows. I was standing on the roof of the old sun-lounge facing the Cenotaph which was on the opposite side of our house. Time overtook me and I missed getting smartened up to visit the Remembrance ceremony across the main road. Suddenly a Spitfire shreaked over our rooftop, almost dislodging me from my workplace. It had buzzed the Remembrance Day ceremony and I had been caught out. Disrespectful. I never missed it again. You can “feel” a Merlin engine when it gets within kill zone.