good bank holiday mumday

I am thinking of writing a story centred around a plane crash that occurred not far from here in 1950. I got the idea from a patient who was one of the first on the scene in his capacity as a fireman.

So today, under brilliant blue skies, as it was on the day of the crash as it happens, we visited the field where it came down 60 years ago, just to taste the atmosphere, if any. It seemed untroubled, the field now occupied only by a few of what looked like traveller's horses. After a brandy and dry ginger in a local pub we also checked out an ancient healing well nearby (my favoutite wells are ones you can immerse yourself in, but this one had a padlocked gate)

Later in the afternoon I talked to my mum on the phone, who seemed, apart from her failing memory of course, almost miraculously restored from yesterday. What a difference a day makes!