These are, obviously, the Northern Lights. The Aurora Borealis. Or the Aurora Australis. (the Southern Lights.) Would I rather go to Australia or Canada?
Or here.
Atlanta, Georgia, where the BG is, as far as I know.
An interesting thing has happened over the last few days. 7 days before Rich died, an Army Cpl from Dereham was killed. His name was Lee Scott. His widow has two children and started a charity to raise money and awareness of the children who are left behind when the Forces part of their life dies. Rich's kit was used to raise money for Scotty's Little Soldiers. The paper reported it as being part of Lee Scotts kit. I emailed her to say that I knew it wasn't part of his kit, that I knew the kit and the story, and that it was ok, it was kit that fitted the situation. She emailed me back a lovely email, and it turns out that she used to be one of the AC's carers at the nursery across the road where he used to go. She knows the AC, she knew Rich in passing, she knows me in passing (in a whole picking up the child kind of way!) and remembers Rich picking the AC up in his greens! It is a small world. Her story has been in one of the national magazines this week, and it has reminded me that I was asked by one to tell my story. At the time I didn't think about it properly, and I know that it has all the elements of a good story - love, death, betrayal, insult, lies and is approaching a happier stage, but I'm thinking about it now, for certain.
Anyway, must get J up!
