Touching

Was walking past St Pauls churchyard today. I spyed through the iron railings a gentleman approaching the round black obelix shaped WWII memorial to the people of London, which sits just one or two feet in height above the ground. As I passed both him and the memorial, he paused and left behind a V shaped flag on the stone and carried on walking, pausing only for a brief second.

I was rather moved to have witnessed this...