This morning, I was greeted at the front door by a playful young, black cat with amber eyes. Like another feline before it, 6 years ago virtually to the day, it wanted to rub itself all over me, jump at the strap on my camera and needed to be gently removed from the porch, lest it get locked in. No, it isn't mine, although I'm very fond of cats.
Today, I took delivery of a copy of The English Camp at Groningen 1914-1918 (in Dutch). The subject of this internment camp propelled me into the subject of local history, particularly First World War.