|Early before the majority of attendees arrived|
After the always sobering and emotional service I returned home and got into more mundane tasks - a walk with the dog and then a job that occurs around every 25,000km - front brake pads for the Connie...
The heavy weight and lack of engine braking is fairly hard on the pads and the old ones were well and truly shot.
While I was working on the bike I kept an eye on the time and an ear out for the arrival of our local Spitfire - it along with 2 of the air force's Texan trainers were programmed to fly over a number of the local war memorials as part of the Anzac day activities.
Unfortunately she was flying low and slow so hard to hear properly and also difficult to get a picture from my driveway. Here's the best blurriness that I could capture:
|V12 beats turbine every time...|
The rest of the day was bright and sunny and I spent it at home pottering about until later on in the evening when I popped out on the Connie to meet this chap:
More on that later...let's sign off with some magic from Mr Knopfler...