Armistice Day

This is a day which always makes me feel reflective, so please excuse a more serious blog than usual.

My grandfather, Percy, was a gunner in the Second World War.  He survived, but the noise of the guns left him profoundly deaf for the rest of his life. I always think of him today, and how his story is just one of the many millions of sacrifices men and women of our past have made for our future.

As regular readers will know, I rarely talk about my day job in my blog, but on this occasion please indulge me. I'll be out on the road today, reporting some of the Armistice Day services, and it's something I consider to be an honour, just a little contribution to making sure those sacrifices will never be forgotten.

Much has been debated about the wearing of poppies, and I have no intention of getting into that here.  All I will say is that I shall be wearing my poppy with great pride and a similar degree of reflection.