The Last Post

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.

Feeling all shades of lucky today. A day of multiple blip-ortunities.

Had a lovely lunchtime/afternoon catch up with a friend from half a lifetime ago, and her delightful baby girl. Then hopped onto a train into the big city with the children to meet up with Daddy and stroll along to the Tower of London to see the amazing poppy display. Got there as the sun was going down, in time to hear the day's roll of honour and the last post played by this solo bugler, surrounded by a frankly immense crowd of other onlookers. Truth be told, the children were a little bored by the roll call, but they were awed by the poppies, and impressed by the bugle call. Followed by an evening stroll across tower bridge and a pizza by the river before a late train home...

We are so lucky that we can.