Covent Garden Busker on Flickr.
Taken from the balcony bar of the Punch & Judy pub on the upper deck of Covent Garden Market. No idea what her name was, but she was good fun.
Regeneration on Flickr.
For Dad on Flickr.
One of my early childhood memories is of standing in the garden with my father on Remembrance Day, just before 11am. He served in India in WW2 as a Sergeant in the RAF Regiment. Like many of his generation, he was reluctant to talk about his wartime experiences, but on this occasion he clearly articulated the reasons for observing Armistice Day, the importance of the silence, the need to remember and, most of all, the hope that such things could never happen again. We then stood in total silence at 11am, him resting one hand on the handle of his spade and me by his side. He was, by nature, a fairly quiet, reserved character, but even as a very young child I could tell how much the whole thing meant to him and it left an impression on me that I still remember fifty-odd years later.
My father passed away ten years ago. Since then, I buy my poppy on his Birthday, 5th November and wear it until Remembrance Sunday or the 11th, whichever is the later. It helps me remember him and reminds me how much I miss him.