Tamsin drove us all up on Sunday, we then spent the night chilling in the Travelodge (cheap and cheerful, but comfortable and quiet) before getting up to catch the tube into the big city. Despite being proper country types we managed to get there without any mishaps and then joined the masses to get a look at the spectacle. I struggled as the queuing went on, but was determined to see it and enjoy the day. It was well worth the discomfort and pain, the atmosphere was calm despite the massed ranks of people and it was awe inspiring to see the display. It is only when you think of the sheer multitude of poppies and then think that each of those represents somebody who died in the war that you realise the cost that that generation paid for us to live like we do.
I am really grateful to Tamsin and Tina for making the effort to take me up there and I will always remember the experience. I managed to get half-way around before I had to call it a day and we went and sat in a pub for a bit, where I went to sleep for a bit while the girls chatted and munched on some Nachos. A trip back in the tube to the hotel, then into the car for the drive home. We had to stop a couple of times as I felt so rough and I was wiped out for 3 days afterwards, but it was well worth it. I managed to take some almost in focus pictures, so here are the best few.
|One of the cascades down the tower wall.|
|A view of a section of the total display|
|An almost smiling Tina, almost in focus too|
|What an ugly bloke. Who took that picture?|
|A closer look|