PaulaToo wrote:Does anyone else feel that when Remembrance Day comes round, the veil between their world and ours is very, very thin?
There is a spot on the farm here where a Hurricane crashed in 1941, killing the Czech pilot. Dad was ferreting nearby and saw it happen so it passed into legend as it were.
A few years ago on Remembrance Day, I stopped for a few minutes at the spot and there was the most strange smell for a few seconds. It was the same acrid metallic smell that comes from a fired cartridge, only it was stronger. This was in the middle of a field a long way from houses and I often wonder where it came from.
Fred