Up early for the Dawn Service at the local cenotaph.

Normally we are rugged up as winter is approaching but today most were in shirtsleeves.

Just as the Catafalque Party mounted the cenotaph it started to drizzle. Not a movement, not an umbrella from the crowd.

As the Last Post sounded the rain eased and as the minute silence started, the local bird life offered up a chorus.

The march was mostly school kids, girl guides and scouts, which made it a community affair.

Then back home to attend to domestic duties, which I am afforded the luxury of being able to do by those who made the sacrifice.