The train was beginning to fill with people going home from the city march. This lady was wearing a rosemary sprig. She said she travels into the city each year in memory of her Dad who fought in New Guinea.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
Good on her. Everyone has a story within :D)
ReplyDeleteLovely photo Joan.
And as we age those stories seem so much more important.
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