Molly and I spent yesterday geocaching on a circular walk in Kent. Weather-wise, much closer to a reasonable summer's day - the morning was glorious although the afternoon clouded over.
After three and a half hours walking and caching, we came across a quiet country pub. Sitting outside in the sun, we enjoyed a pint with our sandwiches. It was so peaceful apart from the occassional sound of a second world war fighter plane performing aerobatics in the distance.
My mind slipped back to an image of the war years and RAF pilots from the nearby airfield (now long gone). I could imagine them coming out to the pub when off duty for a time of relaxation and pleasure in between the task of dealing with the Nazi threat.
Many of those guys never saw it to the end of their summer or, maybe worst still, ended their year horribly maimed. They gave their life, or quality of life, so that we can enjoy a pint in the sun at a quiet country pub.
