Remembrance Sunday

His Lordship and I on the whole live a quiet contemplative life and so two days of unaccustomed socialising, culminating in a party last night with neighbours in the local wine bar, left us feeling a bit fragile this morning as we exited into freezing temperatures for our early pilgrimage to the Temple of Toast.
And it really was bitterly cold, requiring hats, scarves, gloves and stamina.

Nevertheless the latter prevailed and full of toast and hot coffee, we walked home in sunshine under a perfect blue sky through a carpet of newly fallen leaves with others fluttering earthward round us. It was the kind of morning that should be banked for future use to compensate for the certain bleak, dismal, wintry ones to come.

We were back in time for the 2 minute silence to remember all the fallen in so many needless wars, especially our two uncles, whom we never knew, but who both died in the Great War of 1914-18.
Reginald Parr and William Swinton Young

With a few hours of respite, I have a lunch date with daughter #1 and granddaughter. His Lordship has exemption for good behaviour.