Are we approaching a new "Dunkirk"?
My wife and I went to see the film about Dunkirk at Woodhall Spa this week and I agree with film critic, Adam Brannon. It was well worth the trip. Sitting there hearing the screaming sirens of the Stukas , seeing the burning oil, the flying bodies, and finally the triumphant arrival of the small boats led by Mark Rylance, all in a peaceful woodland setting, and following a leisurely lunch nearby, made me realise just how easy I've had it all my life. Mind you, if I had been born in 1923 instead of 1943 I could have been there. In fact, my late father, as a 39 year old member of the British Expeditionary Force, actually was. You can do the maths. Had he not managed to make it back to Blighty I wouldn't be here today. I know that the story lines were largely symbolic rather than factual; but that does not detract in any way from the overall impact of an outstanding movie. My dad, who died in 1968, would never talk much about his experiences in that summer of 1940. He told me about the eight hours he claimed to
