A spray of red in the form of poppies commemorates this period of the year, in memory. Embellishing garments of the young and old, it’s a symbol of respect and honour for those that fought for the freedom of today. The poppy signified the end of the war; bittersweet, their beauty grew amongst the fields of bodies that marked the brutal and merciless war.
We wanted to focus on the stories this year, the love letters that were a source of hope through the darkest of times. Love that thrived against the odds. We were touched by a story we were lucky to witness from 93-year-old Hilda. She met her husband when she was 16, but as they grew up in very different backgrounds, she felt he was strange – it was obvious he wasn’t “one of them”. She looks back laughing at how she didn’t like him at all, however her parents had always liked him, a well-mannered boy, so when he went to war they convinced her to write to him.