On Meeting Refugees.

I was in Mill Lane today giving the little white pony her apple and carrot treat when I met two refugees – a Ukrainian woman and her little girl. They’re currently billeted in a house nearby. I offered all sympathy and hope for a speedy return home, and said I hoped they were receiving all kindness and support during their enforced exile here. I wanted to do more, but what is there?

There was a hint of bleakness – and maybe even a little suspicion – in both sets of eyes. It was all rather sad. But at least the sun was shining, a fact which I considered important.