Poppy

I know it's not Remembrance Day but I saw this today on my walk. It's quite moving to see all the poppies along the main road and at the memorials after yesterday's services.

I've been remembering the story of my uncle Cameron who was kept in hiding for 3 years by a French family in Brittany during the War. He came home in the end but died of a gastric illness at 25. I assume he had treatment too late due to the circumstances. Sad to go through all that and then to die so young. Some years ago my mum and sister visited the family who cared for Cameron and thanked them. There are some very brave and special people out there; it's good to remember that in these times.