Remembering

We visited the Menin Gate last night to listen to the last post. This happens every day at 8pm.  I was amazed at how many people were there. I would say at least 2000.  It was a beautiful thing to witness though sadly we couldn’t get near enough to see the band.

Afterwards several pieces were played including a rendition of Danny Boy which gave me goose bumps.

It rained until near the end when the sun began to shine and a rainbow appeared. This added to the emotion of the event.

We ended the evening with a few beers at a local cafe (and a cheeky crepe).

Today we went back to look at the wreathes that are laid everywhere.

Then we went back to the boat to prepare the Sunday roast which we shared with Graham and Jill who supplied a superb dessert and then left me with the washing up.

At about 6.30pm we noticed that the canoeists had finished their fun and games so we returned to our wild mooring spot to enjoy the evening.

Oh I nearly forgot … here’s the pic of the turtle/terrapin from yesterday