Monday, 9 November 2009

The Fourth Plinth

A new statue has appeared on the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square for Rememberance Weekend of the New Zealander Air Commander Keith Park.




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Chic Mama said...

Hope you are okay, I read Thursday's post, meant to comment and then got side tracked, as you do with 5 children. Anyway, here's a good a place as any to voice your feelings.
Take care.

9 November 2009 at 16:24

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