Grandad day.

Today I went to the Bomber Command Memorial and Cutty Sark with my Grandad. Considering he's 83 he did extremely well at getting to and around London for the day.

Grandad's brother Hughbert died at the age of 21 when he was a bomber in the second world war - this memorial pays tribute to him and thousands of others who died fighting. I think it meant a lot to my Grandad to go today.

The Cutty Sark was also pretty cool. I've never had lunch underneath a ship before. They've done it all pretty well.