We will remember them

I’ve spent a lovely day in Inverness - managed to get out for a short walk. Very cold and frosty wit lots if snow on the Ben.

Saw my wee great nephew again this evening - he’s such a darling.

Sitting watching the Festival of Remembrance - a bit of a family tradition - and it feels appropriate to blip my grandfathers medals which he won during the Great War - the war to end all wars 1914 - 1918.

They shall not grow 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
For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon