I’d passed the growing field of poppies at the Tower a few times, watching it spread as more were added. A friend of mine became one of the volunteers and helped plant them. Finally taking time to properly take a look, it was extremely emotional, thinking about all the deaths across both the 1st and 2nd World Wars. As far as I know, only one of my relatives served in WW1, signing up as a young sailor and surviving the Battle of Jutland early on in his time served.

Having read the story of the how the poppies were made, when they went on sale I made sure I bought one; a unique piece of individual art that was part of a unique installation. It sits on my heath, alone in a vase, a reminder everyday of what could happen again too easily. We all need to work hard at understanding others both locally and globally, to try and prevent more war.

PLANT YOUR POPPY. SHARE YOUR STORY.