But sometimes...

I've mentioned our friend John before. He's 90 odd. Tall, distinguished, gentle, humorous- a keen amateur painter. Ailz was asking him about his war service (in the Royal Navy) so he sketched it out for us. He served on destroyers, guarding the Russian convoys, was detailed to attack the Scharnhorst (an engagement that was aborted by the target scuttling back into port) and was second in command of a landing craft in an action he referred to as "D Day and all that rubbish".

I don't really buy into that whole "Greatest Generation" thing- and I'm sure John doesn't either-  but sometimes...

The Pictures I Keep On The Dressing Table

Alice by the river in Durham



Michael picking cherries in his Grandma's garden in Kentucky



Joe tackling a big ice cream at the Louisville zoo. (Every time he looked away his aunt- just out of frame- leaned over and took a bite. He was mystified.)