I have often walked past the grave of Ethel Stringer, through Spion Kop graveyard on the way to North Sands beach. You cannot avoid being drawn to its black marble cross and bright plastic flowers standing out amongst the many badly weathered gravestones. It looks almost new.
It is in fact the resting place of a 12 year old girl, killed in the Hartlepool bombardment of 1914 when the German navy let loose on the English coast; a little girl destroyed by tyranny.
My 11 year old daughter Katie was drawn to it too as we came back from a photography session on the beach. She knows her history. She know why Ethel is buried here. I took this grab shot in the gloom as she turned away; away back home in the car; back home to a hot drink, and peace.