Something that stood out on this trip was the thousands and thousands of poppies we saw growing all over France. Waste ground, fields, grass verges, even railway tracks all had poppies in full bloom - a truly poignant symbol of remembrance.
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."