Bit of thread drift - we sang "Oh God our Help in Ages Past" in a stiff South Easterly round the war memorial in a Cornish country churchyard after the 2 minutes silence this morning. A wry smile went round the gathering as we came to the line "our shelter from the stormy blast".
We could have done with it!
Very little pomp - a wavery last post from two girls in the local silver band - only one rep in uniform from nearby Culdrose - but in its own way as moving as the events in Whitehall.
And no Dimbleby!