We were in London yesterday evening so decided we would go to see the poopies.
It was raining and although we got wet, it was worth it.
Of course it was dark but the poppies were lit and with the rain they were shiny.
It was an amazing sight.. I thought of my grandmother's brother Will.
Private William E Harris, 21691, in the Welsh Regiment, 2nd battalion..
His death was recorded as 28:10:1918.
He had gone all the way through the war and was killed in Flander's Field.
His photo in uniform was always hung in the living room, and my grand mother always shed a tear at this time and probably a lot more at other times too when she remembered him.
Sad times for a lot of people.
Dh and I always go to our town War Memorial on the 11th November.
There usually is about 20 people there.