Saw a single poppy in the field when walking the dog this morning. It was like a scar, a wound , set against the lush green background of the rising sap of summer. Got me thinking that 2018 marks 100 years since the cessation of world war 1 . I know it’s not the eleventh hour of the eleventh month but I penned this in memory of, and gratitude to, the men and women whose enormous sacrifice earned us the freedom which is the bedrock of our democracy today :