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The Distant Booming Of A Big Bass Drum
E's father was killed at Arnhem. Instead of coming to Meeting she attended the ceremony at the war memorial just up the road. Afterwards she joined us for tea and coffee at the Meeting House. Never, she said, had she seen so many people at an Eastbourne Remembrance Sunday parade.
We could hear it- just. The silence in our room- in the half hour following on from 11 o'clock- was underlaid by the distant booming of a big bass drum.
All of which rather undercuts what I wrote in my first post of the day. Never let it be said that I don't strive for balance.
All the same, I'm sticking to my guns (most unfortunate metaphor.) I suspect the attendance bounce is all down to people who are especially keen on Queens and uniforms and big bass drums making an extra special effort in the year of the Queen's death- and doubt that it represents a trend...
We could hear it- just. The silence in our room- in the half hour following on from 11 o'clock- was underlaid by the distant booming of a big bass drum.
All of which rather undercuts what I wrote in my first post of the day. Never let it be said that I don't strive for balance.
All the same, I'm sticking to my guns (most unfortunate metaphor.) I suspect the attendance bounce is all down to people who are especially keen on Queens and uniforms and big bass drums making an extra special effort in the year of the Queen's death- and doubt that it represents a trend...