Thursday 14 January
Wow, three-hundred days since we entered the first lockdown and since this blog began.
Today starts with a nod to my brother. He has been following my posts daily and has been able to add a little more to the post (day 297) about the Halifax bomber that crashed right near our house in 1943. He took what I had and quite rightly corrected an error on my part which I have now put right. Thanks, big brother.
So, although we are in the depths of winter and not a lot to note from a flora and fauna perspective, there are still some pretty amazing things on my doorstep.
As well as the Halifax bomber crashing right near our house there are a number of other world war two points of interest in our village. In 1944, a V1 rocket fell on a house on the Harwich Road sadly killing the entire family of four, the youngest only 18 months. I am going to check the village churchyard. I guess it was probably a stray, or might have been heading for Boxted airfield, near Langham; the home of the USAF 56th fighter squadron. a prolific squadron of Mustangs and Thunderbolts that escorted bombers over Europe.
There are all sorts of stories on our doorstep. Tales of sadness and heartache, but also joy, wonder and mystery. Again, it’s all there, even in a sleepy agricultural village such as ours. The ghosts of the past, lurking in the landscape waiting to be found.
The Bald Birder 