Lest we forget

I arrived at Central Station just on 11am where there was absolute silence. Shortly afterwards a crowd gathered around the Salvation Army, I couldn’t stay to listen and made my way to the airport to catch the flight to Gatwick.
Saturday in late autumn is clearly a good time to travel, everywhere is almost deserted.

The blip is my Uncle Fred, after who son number 2 is named. He fought and survived the Second World War. There are no photos of my dad who also served in the Northumberland Fusiliers, and he never spoke about it.