Life on the Front Line

This morning I was pleased to see a flock of long tailed tits on the vine in my garden. The extra photos of them are taken through my kitchen window. Normally one of them would have been my blip but the one that I used summed up the morning better.

This morning I went into Oswestry where there was lots to see about life on the front line in WW1 as part of the Wilfred Owen Festival.

The Memorial Hall was full of  artifacts and memorabilia with re-enactors describing life in the trenches and field hospitals.

This lady was talking about what it was like to be a nurse on the front and told this true story from a lady when the exhibition was in Welshpool.

The lady told her that her grandfather had met a young nurse that was looking after him in the field hospital at the front. One day she was walking along and was caught up in a bomb explosion and was killed. When the soldier asked where she was he was told what had happened and he was distraught.

When he was a bit better he was moved to a convalescent home in England. One day he saw his special nurse and spoke to her - it wasn't his young lady but her twin sister.  They fell in love and got married. The lady had photos of the twins together and letters between them both. That's such an amazing story that should be written down before it's forgotten.

Afterwards we went into Festival Square where there were more re-enactors and equipment. I also tasted some very tasty corned beef stew and bread made from WW1 recipes and cooked in an original stove (which had been in use in the field from then to the 1900s).

A most interesting morning!