Had a day off today and went on to see a friend in Shoreham. As it was bloomin cold and I am a southern softie. ...and I work outdoors in all weather I took the four wheeled option. But a mile down the road I thought what the hell am I doing. .? .I headed back, got my gear on set off along the coast in glorious sunshine. I stopped on the seafront in Shoreham and got talking to an elderly chap called Ken. He had come down to the seafront for the Armistice day silence to remember his 'old pals 'as he called them. We were talking away and nearly missed the 11 o'clock. We stood looking out to sea for the silence and afterwards Ken told me about his war and about waiting on the beach at Dunkirk, incredible stuff. I felt incredibly fortunate to have met Ken, but when I told him this he just shook my hand and said 'ride carefully on that bloody bike '! Steve