The day was sunny, but a bit chilly (2 degrees celcius, or 35 degrees farenheit ) and very windy; quite a few of the wreaths laid blew off of the memorial and had to be replaced several times. But I've been at ceremonies where it's been snowing, so this was fine. The familiar elements of the service never fail to move me: the national anthem, the Last Post, two minutes of silence, The Rouse, the lament Flowers Of The Forest, and the Act of Remembrance. While this was going on a military helecopter did a flyover, and across the harbour, the canon at Citadel Hill was fired to mark the eleventh hour and then the Citadel's soldiers fired a twenty-one gun salute which echoed hauntingly across the water.
Other parts of the ceremony included a recitation of In Flanders Fields, prayer by a local padre, a couple hymns- O God Our Help In Ages Past and Abide With Me, the laying of the wreaths, and the traditional closing with God Save The Queen.
Here are a few pictures from the service; sorry the're not great, but there were a lot of people there and I'm short.