The School Room

   As most of you will know each morning I cycle around the fens,  my route differs but on many occasions I pass through the small village of Lakes End when setting off on my travels. It's just a small parish set on the main road leading from Upwell to Welney, it's here that I always pass the old empty Primitive Methodist Chapel, a lovely brick built chapel with stone windowsills and arches, joined onto the chapel is a small school room which never fails to get my thinking.

    The school was built in 1914, the year the great war broke out and I just cannot help thinking how many of the young children who sat in that tiny school room at Sunday school were later told that their dad's or big brothers were never coming home.  What must those small children had thought, did they understand what was happening in France and Flanders while they sat learning from the bible,  did some go home that holy morning only to learn they had lost their dad, gives me shivers every time I ride past.