It was a dawn that blushed as red as the poppies of remembrance.
Candles flickered gently in the still morning air as the sombre notes of The Last Post echoed through the streets, either broadcast by radio or by a talented few who performed from their doorsteps.
From families clad in dressing gowns to smartly dressed veterans, each household chose to mark ANZAC Day this year in their own specia...
