What really struck me was the amount of people trying to cram and see the poppies - you'd think the Queen herself was there! It was like being at a gig, you had to try and get to the front to get a good photo. But its not about the photos.
Each of the poppies represented some body that gave their lives in World War One. It was humbling to see the sheer number of poppies and remembering the significance of each one. It was a really beautiful and poignant memorial to mark the centenery.
I feel very privileged to have see something so fleeting and historical.
