This poem is about my Great Uncle who died in flying battle in World War II. It is in memory of all those who have died fighting for freedom xx
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This is a photo I took of Pembridge Castle when I was walking 4 miles to collect my car. It’s about 2 miles from my place. The 12th/13th Century Grade I listed castle is still in private ownership. I believe that an elderly lady lives there. The main gate at the road entrance always seems to be locked but the milkman has usually left a couple of bottles by the gate. I’ve never seen anyone take the milk in but it always disappears !