To Souter Lighthouse in Whitburn, South Tyneside for an event with a difference today - the Foghorn Requiem.
I never thought I'd get as
emotional as I did but when the foghorn died at the end of the requiem. All the boats tooted their horns and the band played their final
farewell, all lined up along the cliff top, a little lump crept into my
throat.
Had to go to the pub and have a little drinkie to raise a glass
to the dead foghorn, well, it's what he would have wanted.
1 comment:
What an imaginative idea! So playful, yet so moving.
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