For me, the poppy represents family and family memories and they remind me of my Nanna. When I see one pop up bravely in an odd place I think of her. More recently I went with my Mum to the Somme to search for the gravestone of her Grandmother’s younger brother. The calm and beauty of the landscape rocked my soul. Time and nature have reclaimed the site of horror and soothed it into a place of contemplation.