I spent the day in Bollington with my friend Hilary today, and after some cake-baking, coffee and music, we took ourselves up a nearby hill as the sun began to show signs of setting.
Before and after our time in Bollington we attended services of remembrance. And it was before we left for Bollington that I, as I have so many times, heard the poem that I was reminded of on the top of the hill today…
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.