You might remember that on a summers day quite some time ago
this small piece of fabric came out of the rust pot.
and around the same time this little chap clung to
the side of the house as I sat and stitched.
So to me they have always belonged together.
Yesterday I finally drew him onto that piece of linen
and with threaded needle tried to bring him to life.
Feels good to hold needle and thread again.
I'm reading a book about the first world war
and so today I will be thinking of all those heroes, including my grandfather,
who fought in those awful trenches at the battle of the Somme.