While I was waiting in the queue at the Woolwich ferry, I got that butterfly feeling. The same feeling I get on my way to a funeral. I know what to do, where to go, and how to achieve the best results. It's really cloudy although I like the weather this way, richer images. My I-pad is with me because I feel like I should use my adaptor more. I can take pictures and transfer them onto I-pad, then slightly edit them. I've begun writing this blog on the way home.
I stood at the main road crossing to take in the silent flowers, standing still, barely moving in the breeze.
People were coming towards me the whole time, but very quietly. The mood is still very solemn. When you first arrive there and see all the British and St George flags it looks like people waiting for the queen to visit the area. I wondered about why the soldiers didn't see or hear much but the high walls seen behind the green gates show that the spot was secluded from their view.
The width of the pavement is getting smaller because everyone is determined to leave their tributes.
Reading the tributes would probably take about four hours. Some of the people reading them were there before I arrived and were still there when I was leaving. I've definately noticed a surge in young people openly expressing their grief and taking an active role in whats going on around them.
This just emphasis what I have always believed.. grief and funerals should always involve children and young people. Particularly if they want to be part of it.
Woolwich was one of my childhood playgrounds and it was always a laugh crossing the ferry or riding bikes through the foot tunnel. I'm proud that the area is an important part of my childhood and at times like these to see the community pull together as one..... I'm proud to be British.
I dedicate this blog to Drummer Lee Rigby and to all our deeply respected, deeply honoured and deeply loved fallen soldiers.
See you at the next posting.
