Well done my fellow villagers!
I was so very pleased to see the turnout at our new war memorial (next to our new cemetery, in a quieter part of the village) today. I had spoken to our County Councillor during the week (at the wake for a very well regarded climate scientist, John Lanchbery, who had died suddenly a couple of weeks before) and he had said, "See you on Sunday." I started to protest that I'd be at church (meaning Mass, and therefore another place entirely) on Sunday, but he merely replied (thinking that I meant the village's Anglican church) that the Act of Remembrance would be just before the service.
So I felt that I should be at a Remembrance occasion in my village, not at a nearby town's just because it is where I go to Mass. So I did, and found the place thronged with people and kids in scout uniform. I felt really quite emotional at the strength of community feeling that this represented. And then at the Remembrance Service, a short procession away in the Baptist Church, there were few seats empty. I didn't know all the hymns, of course, and the order of the service was new to me; but the Baptist Minister was very engaging and kept the proceedings on track. It was a long service, but well worth it.