Beacons of an interbellum 2
I went outside to make my Saturday visit to the supermarket. The morning sun shone on the peaceful street.
I stood, contemplating the peace. A baby boomer contemplating six decades of peace. My father, in his nineties, sits most of the day doting in his armchair. His most lively conversations are about his experiences in the war, Dunkirk, North Africa, Italy.
In my early decades I enjoyed Clement Atlee's National Health Service and free education. In my later decades I have enjoyed the open frontiers within the European Union.
So I stood at my front door considering the pretty red bricks that pave the street, the horrors of war and the profligacy of peace. And took my bike to the supermarket, passing the monument to the allied soldiers who died liberating this area from Nazi occupation.