Cenotaph

Attended the service at the Cenotaph in the village this morning.

About 3 or 4 times as many people as usual, and in pouring rain too. Guessing we were just doing what thousands across the world were doing. Stopping to think, stopping to remember.

Horse riders who did an unofficial roadblock still couldn't however stop the usual folk in their 4x4s with private registrations desperate to get on with living their important lives.

Wonder if they actually realise what was going on at the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month. It's hardly been mentioned across the last 100 years...