Poppies are everywhere. They are on the rug in our hall, on crosses, on wreaths, they grow in the fields.
Everyone had to get off to take pictures of them, to touch them, to pick them, to save one in a book. They grow in the fields, on embankments and in the odd garden.
Busloads of Canadians and veterans are everywhere. While there are a lot of us here, the guides told us they see a lot more British visitors than any other group.
This is a pilgrimage all Canadians should make. I cannot explain it any better right now.
Everyone had to get off to take pictures of them, to touch them, to pick them, to save one in a book. They grow in the fields, on embankments and in the odd garden.
Busloads of Canadians and veterans are everywhere. While there are a lot of us here, the guides told us they see a lot more British visitors than any other group.
This is a pilgrimage all Canadians should make. I cannot explain it any better right now.
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