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The Australian War Memorial dedicated a new memorial sculpture to the men of Bomber Command today. It's in the form of a searchlight beam, a tall metal cone - with a searchlight inside it for night time.

About 1220 I went outside and warned DS, jumping up and down on his trampoline, that there would be a flypast of an F-111 at half-past. And we waited for it, relaxing in the sun with the animals stalking each other around us. DD came home from shopping in Queanbeyan, with tales of how Kerri had just kept on talking as a 737 flew over them onto the runway as they passed. Normally she and I would pull over and watch it come in, but Kerri doesn't care much for planes.

And there it was, skimming over the trees - that swing-wing shape as it roared up Anzac Parade. Our eyes followed it and as it passed over the War Memorial, there was an odd little puff of smoke and it zoomed upwards over Mount Ainslie, shrinking into a dot in the sky until we lost it in the glare.

I think it must have released someone's ashes over the memorial - I can't think of any other reason for a sudden puff of grey-white at precisely that point.

I finish Harry Potter this morning, taking just under a week to get through it. DS is the only one who hasn't finished it, and he's got other books ahead of him.

Now I've got to get back to Mount Tobee.