The crunch of tyres, the muted slam of car doors and the sound of footsteps. The night still slumbers on.
I slip out of bed leaving GW asleep. Zeus isn’t happy at being left behind.
The beachfront is already crowded – ANZAC Day Dawn Service at Trinity Beach is special. As we listen to a visiting French Naval Officer talk of the courage shown at Gallipoli the sky turns pink.
The Last Post hangs in the air long after the final note.
Lest we forget.