Stories from the journey home
The poppy I forgot to wear to church this morning It was a beautiful autumn day. Mild and sunlit. I walked out of our local coffee shop after my morning coffee and breakfast muffin to catch the local parade. Service men and women marched alongside school children and old veterans. A few people clapped their... Continue Reading →
We looked on in horror as the might of the Russian army rolled into a sovereign nation only two weeks ago; as gunfire rang out and bombs dropped in cities like Kyiv, Sumy and Mariupol. We felt powerless as Ukrainians threw themselves under armoured cars and tanks; as ordinary people started to take up arms... Continue Reading →
It was a dreary day. Rain drizzled down from grey London skies. I asked my manager if I could visit the Ukrainian embassy to offer a small gesture of support. She gave me some time away from work to do so. It took about an hour to get there. And it was nice to see... Continue Reading →
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