There'll Be Bluebirds (And Blue Skies) Over ....

I spent Remembrance Sunday at Stow Maries Great War Aerodrome. I arrived at just before eleven and joined a small group of people at the war memorial for two minutes silence.

As the morning wore on planes started to fly in and the sun came out. By two o'clock, when a ceremony of remembrance took place, there was quite a crowd of people and twenty nine planes bathed in unbelievably bright sunshine. Four Tiger Moths and a Piper Super Cub Grasshopper had flown in from Headcorn and dropped poppies over the throng.

My father was in the RAF and my son is a commercial pilot. It felt an apt way for me to remember the fallen.