We run from the restaurant in pouring rain across the streets of London, laughing and grumbling, not dressed for the weather. Water seeps through our clothes and streams down our faces. Soon afterwards inside the Imperial War Museum watching a film about atrocities and genocide I realise again, with a force that knocks me to the core just how lucky I am and I feel humbled beyond tears.
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Ah, you were not far from me!
What is the small stone reference?
The River of Stones is a project to write about something small every day in January. If you follow the link you can read about it
http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2012/01/river-of-stones-post-your-1st-jan-small.html
Thanks. I joined and just posted – after a bit of a tussle with my WordPress ID…
excellent, Isobel!
We are lucky or blessed indeed.
Happy new year!
Happy New Year ! The museum is amazing.
Thanks! I’ll take a look.
think it will appeal to you
A small stone–saying so much in so few words. Thank you, and happy 2012.
thank you Kathy. And HNY to you too
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I had that same experience in IWM North. Humbling.
Where is that, Tilly? I thought we had been there, but I may be confusing it with the Royal Armories?
Salford, near United’s ground. If you ever visit it, and don’t visit ME, there’ll be trouble!
ew er missus….
It’s the Libeskind building in Manchester. Royal Armouries are at Leeds.
Anorak mode again…
Yes it was Leeds