There’s always a lot written about Remembrance Sunday – particularly this year with it being 100 years since the start of World War One – but regardless of what words people come up with, it always means one thing to me: togetherness.
It’s just the sheer amount of poppies you see being worn by so many people, regardless of age or background – often when there are things available to put on lapels, you see the odd one or two, but you see poppies, they’re all over. Not sure about other people, but each time I see them being worn, I do feel a little warmer inside.
I’ve been to the display of ceramic poppies at the Tower of London, as you can see from the picture, and that further emphasises what I mean about bringing people together – the crowds are huge, even on cold autumnal evenings. Some people may just go for the spectacle, but you can’t help but think that at least some will be touched by the sentiment behind them.
One thing that I’m touched by every November is geeky as hell, but it just works for me – the end of the Doctor Who episode, Family of Blood. I’ll leave it here to see if you feel the same.