Reminders

I love these reminders of our past that litter our landscape and tell us of what has gone before and that we should be grateful for what we have. Some people try to hide and disguise these reminders and I fear the day when these are gone forever.

As a child I remembered playing in Pillboxes and the like but my father always used to tell us what they were and what they meant. When they go will the memories also go with them.