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  • As some of you may know; I am a bellringer. In a Cathedral.

    A beginner – a learner. Just short of two years.

    They – my band – let me ring on half-muffled Bells for Remembrance Sunday Service.

    Remembering all those who died in two world wars and other conflicts – whose sacrifices were their lives, such that we had ours. They sacrificed their presence so that we could have one.

    Half-muffled Bells are spooky. You get a round of normal strokes from the Bells, then you get a muffled round.

    An echo – as if the dead can hear, as if they are speaking – or replying. As if they know we are doing this.

    I rang it – I cried like a baby whilst trying to handle a seven-hundredweight Bell.

    We will remember them.


    Go see this – but mostly, hear.
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