At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, and this year, the eleventh year, the planes flew over the cemetery in Fort Langley
It had been a miserable, miserable morning. Heavy rain. I was in my fisherman rain gear when I took the dogs through the bush this morning. Fortunately as we left for Ft. Langley, the rain stopped, and didn't start up again until we got back home. I was prepared though. Big warm coat, water resistant pants, boot, mitts and an umbrella.
Even though it's not pleasant to stand around in, rain on Remembrance Day seems appropriate..
It's so great to see the large turnout for the ceremony. Lots of dogs there too. After all, there are dogs that have done and are still doing their bit in the conflicts around the world.
At the end of the ceremony, after all the wreaths were laid, we were invited to leave our poppies at the cenotaph.
A wonderful, touching idea.
That's me in the blue.
Lest We Forget