At this time today I was sitting sewing and the strains of the last post reached me in my room. It is Armistice day.
There is always a service here on the island down near the beach. It was only earlier this morning on my walk that I saw again that young Pine tree struck from the original at Lone Pine. There is sits in the bush growing into itself.
This island only got water in 1971, before that it had to be drawn from a well.
One of the first residents was Doug Morton who was a WW1 veteran. His story is similar to many other men of that time.
In 1919 he started farming on the island and continued here for the next 41 years. I like to think he found it as healing a place as we do.
Lest we Forget.