Circumstances prevented the use of either of those two windows of opportunity, so while I'd have preferred to have had the couple of hours for a close perusal of matters related to the post-Gallipoli part of World War One, with Madam in tow I thought we'd end up taking a brisk stroll through as much of what was on display as possible without going into things too closely.
Fair enough, given the fact that there's plenty to investigate on subsequent visits to the national capital and I look forward to getting back there.
Given the fact that the Memorial doesn't open till ten we had time for breakfast, and Madam's preferred destination was, somewhat unsurprisingly, located in Kingston.
Silo Bakery is somewhere I'd wandered past twice without paying a great deal of attention, but from the time we landed on the doorstep it was obviously that there was no secret about the place among the local cognoscenti. We were lucky to grab a table, and the continual flow of customers suggested somewhere that probably does a brisk trade through the day. Based on this visit, I'll definitely be back for lunch, which may well be washed down with a bottle of something like Helm Classic Dry Riesling.
Not that we were after anything alcoholic for breakfast, of course, though a glass of something would have gone rather well with my gruyere omelette had it arrived after the sun had passed the yard arm. Madam's chocolate croissant looked rather tasty as well, and I'm sure it was, but the omelette was definitely one of the best breakfasts I've had in a long time.
Suitably nourished, we made our way to the War Memorial with minimal traffic hassle, parked and found ourselves outside the entrance around five to ten, in time for the arrival of the daily catafalque party. More...
