Our village, Barlaston in Staffordshire, has a little, secret (at least to me) army of guerrilla knitters whose works suddenly appear around the village to mark particular occasions. When I went out first thing this morning, I found that they had truly excelled themselves with this moving tribute of woven poppies to mark Remembrance Day. The poppies form a small trickle of blood across the green from the War Memorial. It is very beautiful, particularly this morning when the poppies stood out against heavy dew and a misty morning.

It may not be the Tower of London, but it is equally effective in its own more modest way. I had to rush back for my camera to capture the moment before footprints from admirers started to disturb the dew.