I walked the dogs  in the cemetery today and went by the war graves as I often do. There are still roses in bloom in the WW2 area.
And the memorial for the local men lost in the first World War,

 
Then I went inside the little chapel where some local historians had set out some memorabilia

The best bit of all was meeting Terry Snow, a dear gentleman who was chatting to people about the war, to mark Remembrance Day this week. He was dressed in First World War uniform of 13th Middlesex Regiment, complete with rifle and bayonet.

Terry’s father, Gilbert Snow was a Lewis Gunner who fought in the battle of Amiens, northern France in WW1, he was injured but he survived, passing away in 1972. His war medals were lost when his home was cleared and sold.
Earlier this year it was Mr Snow junior’s 75th birthday, an extra special one for him. After many years of searching antique shops and websites, on that very day, he found his father’s Victory Medal online and was able to purchase it. Today he wore it with great pride.

I felt very privileged, and emotional, when Terry told me this story, it’s one I shall remember each year on the second Sunday in November.