Here we are then, the centenary of the Armistice has been and gone. The 11th hour, of the 11th month 100 years later, arrived in Flanders and on the Somme as it did in London and Burwash and many other places dear to my heart. Soon, it was 11.01, and a little after, 11.15, then … Continue reading There are no endings, only new beginnings