Didn’t make it to the dawn service last year as we were overseas, stuck due to the cranky volcano in Iceland. Damp and misty today, as it often is, lots of familiar faces. One of those “feel I should do this” things so went with one of my daughters, everyone else still asleep. Maybe they’ll go to the later service – I hope so. Some of my friends think it’s a celebration of war but I’ve never thought so. I just like to think that it’s a reminder of the stupidity of conflict and a time for reflection.