February 9th, 2013



He's well into his nineties. He was an officer on one of the British warships that sunk the Scharnhorst. Last time we spent time with him he was a quiet courtly gentleman and now there are only traces of that person left. He didn't know who we were. "I have a name in my mind- Canon W". Canon W was his grandfather. "My aunt was a famous woman but I can't remember her name. Who was she?" "I don't know, John." Hands to forehead. "Nobody tells me anything". He runs his carer ragged ( It was his carer we'd mainly come to see.) After a couple of hours he was bristling. "Are you all right, John?" "No, I'm not all right. I'm tired."