Across road from where I live is a small park with a memorial for a WWI soldier.
26 years old, how sad, the same age as my son.
In the ground in front is a poppy embedded into the concrete.
The sign explains that Andrew Clarke was the only soldier from the village to have lost his life in WWI.
So I popped over to visit with him yesterday (which was Remembrance Day here) and leave my poppy on the gate. I don't think there are any of the Clarke family remaining in the area as the house was knocked down a few weeks after I moved here in April this year and it is now for sale, but his name lives on as the street I live in is Andrew Avenue.
I am joining Elizabeth and Bleubeard for T on Tuesday with a cup of Chai tea and a chocolate chip biscuit... I am trying to find a tea that tastes like tea... I gave up smoking a month ago and since then my cup of tea has changed its taste! Woe is me! Those that know me, know that my tea consumption is way past the norm and to have it taste weird is devastating to say the least... hopefully by going through the supermarket tea shelf I will find one that agrees with my new taste buds.
