It was a bright sunny but cold morning in London this morning, and inspired by all you poppy runners, I went out for a run this morning. I wasn't organised this year for one reason and another, but if rolysmate can get Mrsrm running in a poppy tee shirt, even though she doesn't run, then I just have to do the poppy run next year.
Two observations, London may be chock full of policemen, anti-terrorist barriers and now roadblocks, but today it was full of hope and remembrance.
I seriously lost count of just how many people were wearing their poppies, all ages, colours, genders, sizes, clothing styles. From very seriously and smartly dressed folk, some wearing medals and some not, to little children all tucked up in prams, so so many were wearing their poppies today. There wasn't a road that I ran on today, that didn't have someone somewhere wearing a poppy and that was 11km of poppies today.
At 11am I took a pause to remember, as did so many people and I reflected that wearing the poppy is a small thing, a graceful thing, and a joyous thing too, that we come together under such a symbol.