Thursday 5 April.
We’ve had a super couple of days here in Alrewas. Yesterday, we walked to the National Memorial Arboretum; it was a fairly big walk for me – not just around the Arboretum, but we are moored the other side of the village. However, Leigh was rather insistent we visit.
Tom wanted to wait until today – better weather forecast – but Madam wouldn’t have it. She does get a tad stir-crazy if she has to spend a whole day inside. Yelp!
The arboretum (as in trees) isn’t yet as impressive as it will be in Summer and early Autumn, due to so few trees being in flower, but the large memorials are super-impressive and very humbling. It is good to see so many trees and benches devoted to those who lost lives too; albeit it is an emotional experience it is a must-visit place.
We had a chat with one of the guides in the Royal Naval area. Information tripped off his tongue as told my humans facts about number of merchant ships lost, and chatted about the different flotillas that took part in the war.
Seeing the many names of servicewomen and men who have lost their lives in recent years (since Leigh joined the navy in 1974) was quite shocking. I hadn’t realised there would be so many. Although I am a peace-keeping canine, I know that sometimes war is unavoidable – for the good of the many.
I salute all those who serve, and have served. Without them, we wouldn’t have the Great Britain we live in today. I do accept it is not perfect, but we do have our freedom.
This morning started with brilliantbluesky! Leigh and I went for a short walk before breakfast. Let me correct that. I came back and ate breakfast while Leigh went for a run around the village.
She managed to orient herself a nice circular route of around 3.5k and came back full of enthusiasm for running – and for Alrewas.
I do agree with her, this would be a super place to live. There really are many quirky, beautiful, characterful houses and cottages of all ages.
All Saints Church in Alrewas is one of the most welcoming and well-kept Churches Leigh has visited – and she has visited hundreds. The churchyard has fresh-flowers planted, or placed, at almost every grave.
The porch portrays a fabulous ‘Welcome’. Inside the church are beautifully polished pews (none of those awful folding chairs) and an array of prayer cushions for every member of the congregation. This is a cared-for and cherished Church which must mean that the Vicar and congregation work together. Even for a notparticularlyreligiouscanine like me, I think this place would draw me in.
Late yesterday afternoon we had surprise visitors – Tom’s brother and his wife (Steve and Carol) called by with their granddaughter, Phoebe. The humans had a lovely catch-up and little Phoebe sat very quietly; I think she had just woken up so was still a tad tired.
The day ended with an earlyeveningstroll around the older part of the village, near the canal.
Leigh spotted a cottage selling plants in aid of homeless people. She was rather excited about this for two reasons. She needed a new plant to go in her pretty blue bucket on the bow of the boat and she likes to support small charities. After popping the money through the letterbox (as requested) she, Tom, the plant and I carried on walking around the village and back to the boat.
I do hope nobody saw us and thought, ‘Has that man stolen that plant-pot from someone’s garden?’ Yelp.
Woofs, Martha xx