Original oil and acrylic on canvas by Andrew Gault
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Sometimes you need to get lost, choose an unfamiliar road, then find your way home. Sometimes you ache for those you love to come home well and safe.
I had the opportunity to read my Great Grandfathers enlistment papers, like many he lied about his age - he was 17 not the 19 he claimed. He and his four brothers all Highlanders all survived the charnel house of Flanders - but I have told you that story before.
When they returned home there was no work, no houses fit for heroes, no welfare state, no national health service, to my 2021 eyes it feels brutally unfair, although the people who knew him describe him as a gentleman full of good humour.
How did he feel coming home - thankful, relieved as I do? I never had the opportunity to discuss such things with him I suspect he would have said little.
We all return home eventually, regardless of the circumstances. Sometimes we will float aimlessly and gently on the tide back along rivers and creeks not realising we are being drawn back to our childhood landscapes.
Work hard to return to those who have known you the longest.