Normandy Beach

This is a picture of the box where I keep my bagpipes at the top of a cliff Normandy in the summer of 2013.

Earlier that year I had the sad privilege of piping for my grandfather’s funeral as his coffin arrived at the crematorium.

In the summer of 1944 he landed at these beaches, a soldier in the British Army. A little under 70 years later, I walked up to the top of the cliff overlooking the harbour where he came in, and played the same tunes I had played as I led his hearse to the entrance of the crematorium.