We were in London on two different Sundays back in August and September and decided to walk along the embankment on both occasions to visit the #TowerPoppies. Both Daddy P and I grew up watching the Remembrance Day ceremony in London. You may remember we took Monkey to the Cenotaph last year (where has that year gone!). We both have family who fought in the two World Wars, both have grandfathers who returned from the First World War and I have family who died in both wars. To my mind, we should always remember the sacrifice made by our forebears. We will certainly be making Monkey aware of his family history in the years to come.
We had varying weather on our visits. In August we got caught in a flash storm by the #TowerPoppies, but on both visits we looked on in awe at the view before us. On our visit in August we watched volunteers planting the poppies, it was really interesting. Watching them spread out across the lawns of the Tower of London was just so poignant. So many lives lost, so many families torn apart.
Monkey was mesmerised on our first visit to the #TowerPoppies and when we came out of an event at Tower Bridge in September, it was Monkey who was first to ask to go back to see the Poppies.
Visiting the #TowerPoppies over a 2 month period, I wish we’d been able to go again before Remembrance Day, but that’s not possible. Here’s a collage of our visits:
We’ve ordered one of the poppies. I like the idea of having a lasting memorial at home to my great uncles, one who died in France in 1915 and one who died in a POW camp in Indonesia in 1944. Two men who I obviously never got to meet, but who helped to give me the life I live, the life Monkey can live.
We all wear our poppies with pride, this year I have a lovely knitted one which you might have spotted on my Instagram feed.