Left early to get to Millport in time for the Remembrance Day church service. As we arrived in Largs with time for a coffee, a bus drew up and an entire pipe band emerged in full dress, and beat us to the cafe. They then came with us onto the ferry, joined by a group of uniformed Air Cadets. Two sat near us - neat and precise, grey uniforms, short red hair, incredibly young. Just like the younsters dying in Afganistan - brings it home. We made it to church in time, even after climbing the near-vertical (or that's how it feels) Churchill Street. A lovely, crisp, cold, sunny Scottish day. The trees leafless after the storm, gaunt arms against the brilliant sky reflected in a mirror sea. The church was full, hubub of chatter and movement, silenced as the flags appeared. A lone piper as the two minutes silence started, loud at first, then fading and finally dissolving into the cries of the gulls.
Got back to Glasgow in the dark. Bincy had a drink with us and talked excitedly about India and all the things she has planned for us while we are there. She graduates on 3rd. December, having got excellent results. Sadly, because of flight times, we will have to fly to the US that morning, so won't be there. I suppose you can't acheive everything you want to, but I feel sad about this one.
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