Ann and I had a rare day out together yesterday. It being Anzac Day, the city was swarming with servicemen and women, mostly outside venues that dispensed both beer and two-up.

We walked down past the Cenotaph in Martin Place which was rich with floral tributes, then through the Domain and thence onto the Botanical Gardens. The latter is the site of the first walk I did with Ann when we met (by a fountain in Hyde Park). It  formed a gorgeous backdrop to a then eventful day. I confess that I am a lucky man so that day reverberates with me.

Lunch was had at an authentic Thai cafe in Ultimo. Being the only farang in the establishment was an added joy, rather like a garnish to a delicious repast.

I suppose that I shouldn't enjoy myself on such a day of remembrance. I have written about Anzac Day in the past, it's solemnity and significance. Yesterday I looked at it through a slightly different lens and I am none the poorer for having done so.

Lest We Forget.