After the Break

I have been away from this blog much longer than I realised. Here I am to try again. This time much more about what I'm reading and thinking about perhaps. This morning I listened to the Service from the RAF memorial Chapel, remembering the Battle of Britain when so many young men took to the skies knowing they might not return. I always find these occasions moving. It is not that I can remember this time-perhaps I was aware of the fear and anxiety of my Mother and others. Dad was in the RAF as ground crew servicing the aircraft and was especially fond of the little Spitfire of which he made a model for my brother. One of my friends was a Radio operator on Bombers later in the War.
Listening to the Broadcast I wondered how long we will commemorate this time; there was prayer about the future but especially these days we need to be aware of the Spiritual Warfare in which we must fight.
On a very different note I have been looking at some of the Impressionist Gardens pictured in the lovely book accompanying the current exhibition at the Royal Academy. There are gardens laid out at the Botanics to reflect some of the Paintings - I really must try to see these soon-
But not this week. Tomorrow I am off to Cambletown!