It’s a perfect picture, really. The mood is somber. A peaceful tranquillity lingers there in those hay bales. There’s a little school bus that trundles along the road there, to where I cannot go just now.
I found this photo via Google Earth Street view. Of all the networks of roads they have to leave some out, don’t they? They left out the rest of the road that leads to where they lie. This is as close as I can get, unless I make the 2200+ km trip…
Its Road 19 North. I tried driving down that road, one wintery day quite some time ago now, and had to turn back before I got to where they lay.
Goodbye Daddy
Goodbye, Mum ❤️
It would be OK to sit beside you there, we wouldn’t have to talk, we could just pass the time together, listen to the wind, feel the cold cold wind together.
I miss you, that’s all.
Running Down Vimy 