Well I got there in plenty of time me and DH and Dad... We got our picnic chairs out to wait ready. It was a bit chilly and blustery but not too bad, it could have been worse it could have been raining hard. Suddenly we could hear in the distance a marching band... there were lots of people lining the high street and a police presence was felt. The atmosphere was light and nothing sinister in the air. There was a lone Muslim woman standing by waiting with us, which was unusual.
Suddenly the band came nearer and then the troops were marching towards us... We stood up and everyone started clapping, as the troops got level to me I couldn't contain myself anymore... I started yelling as loud as I could THANK YOU! THANK YOU! SO PROUD OF YOU, THANK YOU EVERYBODY, THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU DO..... I got a few smiles from them as they proudly marched on by and then they were gone..... I was the only gobby one there..... but oh well it felt really darn good! It was an honour to be able to welcome them home.