Poppies

As the committee meeting I was attending finished by 4.00 p.m., I decided to go and have a look at the poppies at the Tower of London before they were all taken away.   Everyone has been saying how marvellous the display was, and how moving, with each poppy representing someone from the UK and Empire who died in the First World War.   And after spending so much time selling poppies I just couldn't miss going to see the display.

I got the train to Tower Hill, despite being advised by TfL that it was better go go to one of the other nearby stations and walk down.   As it happened, Tower Hill station was packed, but mostly with people going home, and when I got out was no problem reaching the Tower.

Unfortunately, though, instead of a sea of red, there were just patches, and dozens of people working hard  taking them up and stacking them in boxes.   But one could imagine what it must have looked look when all the 800,000 plus poppies were there.   I tried to take some photos, but I think the natural light wasn't good enough and the floodlighting didn't really add much.

But I'm glad I went - to see a reminder of all the mostly young men who died in that war.