At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them

We have a long weekend this weekend. Anzac Day is one of my favourite public holidays. I think it is because it is a day honouring people.

Friday morning I'll be going to a local Dawn Service - with my Dad, my boy, my brother and sister in law, my sister and hopefully my other brother. I think the Dawn Service is a lovely way to commemorate the day. We stand in the morning cold, surrounded by the mist. The only colour is the frost or dew on the grass and the flame. The hushed reverence of murmured voices, the poignance of the Last Post.