Still rocking the really delayed posts. This is a two parter even. 8-o
Last Wednesday it was ANZAC Day, for those readers flung across the world and who don’t know what this is, it’s the day when Australians and New Zealander’s remember the men lost at Gallipolli in World War I. ANZAC – Australian, New Zealand Army Corp.
This year the boyfriend and I decided to head up to the dawn service at the museum. I’d never been to one, and his enthusiasm/ story opp all worked towards us getting up in the very wee hours of the morning to head along. I’ll admit it, I hadn’t realised just how many people make the effort to go to it. It was packed, we didn’t have a very good sightline, but despite all that it was really moving.
The museum was lit all in red for the occasion and on its rooftop the flags of ANZAC were lit in white. It created a striking image as the sun slowly began to twist the midnight blue sky into the light cobalt of early morning. The colours replicating those of our flags.
One thing that struck me in particular was that it was so quiet. Apparently it was one of the biggest turn outs ever and yet everyone was soft, and together in that moment. As the sun pushed into the sky and the ceremony ended, the Cenotaph was lit in a golden light making it far too picturesque for its own good. Why can’t all sunrises be like that?
It was really nice to join in with the celebrations of ANZAC Day, it was definitely a bit of a mission to get up and be there (I had to have a nap when we got home) but it was so worth it. I might even have to go again next year.