Today we donned a more reflective mood and joined other Kiwi's and Aussie's in the ANZAC commemoration in Westminster. We thought about going to the dawn parade but it would have been a logistical nightmare, pity though it was first at the new Hyde Park memorial.
The day started in Whitehall at the Cenotaph monument, just outside Downing Street. The parade was lead by a band of Irish Guards who were damn good - there were no teenagers trying to play the play the Last Post in this parade! After the dedication we raced down the street to Westminster Abbey for the formal service of commemoration (we had to book tickets through the High Commission). We thought the boys might get bored, which they did but they responded well to sugar bribery and besides they had lots to gwark at (Dukes, Dames and bowler hats). They were very well behaved and looked very smart in their best clothes.
I have to give the Brits credit: they really know how to do pomp and ceremony (it is all: wham, bam as quick as you can).
This was a great opportunity which was far too important to pass up. Mum, I wish you had been here to help us sing the NZ anthem.