Captain Leslie Russell Blake and Aberdeen University’s penguin egg

I write for those whose men, dead in battle, now rest there, where they gave their lives. I write for those who may never be able to go to France or Belgium. I have just seen the first finished cemetery, and it is the most perfect, the noblest, the most classically beautiful memorial that any loving heart or any proud nation could desire to their heroes fallen in a foreign land. Your own man has a wonderful grave, the nation has a wonderful monument. Picture this strangely stirring place. A lawn enclosed of closeclipped turf, banded across with line on line of flowers, and linked by these bands of flowers, uncrowded, at stately intervals, standing in soldierly ranks the white headstones. Every one is set apart in flowers, every one casts its shade upon a gracious space of green. It is the simplest place, it is the grandest place I ever saw. It is filled with an atmosphere that leaves you very humble, that gives you wonderful thoughts.