This time last year, I was sitting in Anzac Cove in Gallipolli with DH freezing our butts off waiting for the dawn service!!!

What an amazing experience it was, very emotional and and without a doubt one of the best things I have ever done.

DH's grandfather served in the war so Anzac day holds a very special place in our hearts. Infact last year we stumbled across some document cylinders stashed away in our study which got muddled up with our things when we moved out of DH's parents house. It turned out to be handwritten letters that DH's Grandfather wrote while he was in the war They were amazing to read but also very hard to hear the things written and imagine what those poor men went through.

They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them,

Lest We Forget