Postman’s Park on a week day afternoon in February.
Impressions: Hidden between buildings in central London. Surprising, secluded, quiet. Dull day. Silent, stationary digger and orange fencing for the ‘improvement’ works. Heroic self sacrifice tributes told in heartbreaking one line stories. Stories that haunt. A man feeding a squirrel, a woman on crutches. Pile of gravestones, suspended fish, green fountain, stealthy pigeons, buds and shoots.
Question: What sacrifice has touched your life? Think of a sacrifice you have made or has been made for you. Could you describe it in one line?