I have just arrived home from a lovely weekend away with quilting friends. Yesterday (Sunday 11th November), we took time to sit down together at 11 o’clock to watch the televised ceremony at the Cenotaph in London. Although this takes place every year, this is the 100th anniversary of the ending of the First World War, which made the occasion event more significant. The presence of the President of Germany at the ceremony was particularly noteworthy.
On our way home today we stopped in Hexham, Northumberland. The war memorial in the town is just next to the Abbey. It stands in gardens, entered by a gateway which is embellished with the plaques shown.
The railings were awash with poppies.
Each of these beauties had been individually made: most knitted, some crocheted, all different.
They were lovely.
This was a very striking tribute to the many men who died, each one an individual. At the Cenotaph, it was moving to see the many representatives of Commonwealth nations, whose soldiers died alongside British soldiers. The Ambassador of Ireland laid a wreath to commemorate the deaths of Irish soldiers. The piece of art-work (I use the word advisedly) was moving and beautiful.
Thank you, Hexham.