We had a nasty rude awakening today when, after a sunny start, it suddenly clouded in and started heavy sleet showers. Biting wind as I went into town to meet friends meant that I could wear my duvet overcoat for the first time this winter. Warmer weather is forecast by the week end though so I shall have to put it away again. When I went into the Bank (yes, we still have one bank left although for how long is hard to say) the lady behind the counter who comes from 'further up the Dale' said she had come into work through snow. One of the things about living in The Pennines is that one can so easily be either just above or just below the snow line. Makes life interesting in Winter.
Watching the Holocaust Memorial Service last evening - which I found so incredibly moving - just emphasised again to me how very important it is that we do not forget these things. Each year there are fewer of us left who remember those times. I was but a small child in the Second World War. My brother fought in it and was at Dunkirk. My parents must have been sick with worry but I never remember them showing it - I always remember feeling safe and secure. If the air raid sirens went we all three (Mum, Dad and me) went into the cupboard under the stairs in our house. It was cosy in there and we had a light and I used to quite enjoy it. But what little worry and fear we had compared with those we saw and heard about in the service last evening. We must never forget.