We saw the garden of poppies growing on TV and increasingly felt the urge to see them for ourselves. On a wet Sunday just before the exhibition closed we travelled to London and stood in the rain with thousands of other people at the Tower, just gazing in awed silence at the spectacle and what it represented. And we knew we had to bring a poppy home so that we would never forget that day or the feelings it evoked. I can still hear the gentle ringing sound of the poppies knocking together.

PLANT YOUR POPPY. SHARE YOUR STORY.