I find myself totally in agreement with
SRENNAP. I was at Cardiff yesterday, on duty, in uniform, and it was one of the most rewarding working weekends (of many!) that I've had.
BBMF & Reds (just flypasts) and much in between. After the Parade and Drumhead Service - finished with cracking few words from Liam Fox - just wandering around in uniform was worth the discomfort of the heat in a No 1.
You couldn't take half a dozen steps without being stopped and spoken to, by everyone from grizzled vets, multi-tatooed topless chavs [male :-( ], to interested little kids. Even got my picture taken with/by a group of Japanese tourists!
And it was a good opportunity to say "If you think this is hot - it's +42 in Helmand today".
I had to leave just after the Reds at about 1730, but the "buzz" was such that I bet the troops wouldn't have had to buy a beer all night, and there may well have been other expressions of support for them
I have rarely - if ever - been prouder to wear my uniform.