I sat on this earlier. It’s a bench in a war memorial not far from home. Peaceful place it is too.

I spent a bit of time looking at the memorial itself.

And I noticed that the back had been left blank.

Now I know, I know, it hasn’t actually been left blank, and the fact that there are no names on it is a good thing. But there’s something poetic about it, I think.

Just thought I’d share.