Lest We Forget

They went with songs to the battle, they were young. Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. 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.

Becca and I went horse riding together today. It was a beautiful morning and a really lovely ride. All the horses had poppies on their bridles -this is Toby with his.

I enjoyed it so much so that I've booked myself a whole days riding with pub lunch included for next month!