A grand day out

It was rugby for the littlies at the rugby grounds this morning.  
It consisted of running around throwing (small) balls for the three and a half and four year olds, ripper rugby for the five and six year olds, and touch for the seven to tens.

As Bean and I wandered along the road there were loud shouts from the trainers and parents, high pitched excited screeches from the players... along with occasional hysterical over-excited weeping. They were all dressed up in club colours, even the tiniest ones, looking so proud and full of themselves.

Thank you for the wonderful comments about Mum's story yesterday. I will reply to everybody later on. 

The times she lived through were extraordinary. Who knows how each of us would react to wartime. I look back on it - and at what's happening in other parts of the world - and I wonder how 'strong' or 'brave' I would be. 

And I know that Mum used to say that she wasn't at all extraordinary, but she lived in extraordinary times, far removed from today. Perspective is everything.