I needed a hair cut and I told R and he said he would come with me. At some point he asked if I wanted to be in town for eleven o'clock and I thought he asked should we leave for town at eleven o'clock. Oh, he exclaimed a short time later. It is already 10.35. We'd better go. Why I asked? For the thing that is on at the Town Hall at eleven. Luckily we did not have to wait long for a tram and made it with five minutes to spare.
There were people on the Town Hall balcony and standing about blow. At a minute to 11 police crossed into the centre of street accompanied by a bugler and stopped the traffic and trams. Most pedestrians stopped crossing the roads and walking. A few seconds later planes flew over in formation and at 11 the bugler played followed by a minute's silence, well as silent as a city can be. Halfway through the bugle a large cannon being fired at the Shrine thundered. I thought it a bit rude of people to keep snapping with their cameras. Mine went into my pocket for the minute's silence. After the minute and another bar or two from the bugle, as if a switch was thrown, everything started moving again.
The crowd in anticipation.
The out of formation flying machine is not man made. Capturing the clock showing the time was also accidental.
There appear to by propellers on these planes, so I guess they are not too new.
The bugler plays and then after a silent minute, it was all over.
This is an interesting graphic from The Age. At the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month, sunlight shines through an opening in the top of the Shrine of Remembrance and lights up the word 'love' inside the shrine in the sanctuary. Daylight saving buggered that right up, so a couple of mirrors were installed and once again the light shone at 11.
To the shops, I cried and the futility of war was quickly forgotten in consumerism and personal grooming.