‘To name them is to remember them.’ – Elizabeth-Jane Burnett, The Grassling As a burst of late summer heat swells in the air, I arrive at the top of a village where, 121 years earlier, almost to the day, my great-grandfather was born. I had planned to come here last March. A trip cancelled in those tumultuous days as the world turned on its head. To be here now, however, imbues the trip with a new significance, a different light.
The following of familial footsteps
The following of familial footsteps
The following of familial footsteps
‘To name them is to remember them.’ – Elizabeth-Jane Burnett, The Grassling As a burst of late summer heat swells in the air, I arrive at the top of a village where, 121 years earlier, almost to the day, my great-grandfather was born. I had planned to come here last March. A trip cancelled in those tumultuous days as the world turned on its head. To be here now, however, imbues the trip with a new significance, a different light.