A day of reflection

Walking beneath trees in transition, the reflection in the river caught my eye. Brown and golden leaves caught in the shallows light then scene like embers on the dying fire of the year... 

Reflecting too, times gone past, as I scan in a few photographs recently rediscovered in an office move, of the train fire in our village eighty-seven years ago this past Tuesday. See Extra. There have been train disasters in more recent memory, but this one was in the same league, so to speak. 

Slightly daunting as chair of parish to think of my predecessor having to manage in those times, of the losses themselves, and the panic and the level headedness and the bravery that prevailed.