Took a stroll around town today and managed to coincide my visit with the 1100hrs Remembrance Service held in the market square. Humbling as always and saddened to see virtually no veterans from the '39 - '45 campaign; I guess that's inevitable.
Tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday here in Blighty so will be on Parade, not in my RAF uniform (it still feels strange not to be in my blues on this day) but in my Scout uniform, gongs attached, looking after the 6 - 8 year old Beaver Scouts.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.