Alongside the final departure of our revered Duke of Edinburgh this weekend, I was also quietly saying goodbye to my faithful Labrador of 14 years, Tara. Although there could not have been more disparity between the two events, in many ways, I reflected that the feelings surrounding their departure were remarkably similar.
Read MoreI don’t know why I found myself moved to tears when trying to explain to a five-year-old on Sunday morning what was going on at the Cenotaph. He was fascinated by the men in uniform and wanted to know what their ‘badges’ were for? I said they were called medals and were given to soldiers who had fought a war, and that these people were called heroes, and today was the day that we remembered what they did.
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