I started knitting red poppies after visiting a friend in hospital. From here, I embarked on a journey creating hundreds of knitted poppies as a way to remember my father who took part in WWII.
I remember the war. I can still hear the bombings, see the destruction of houses, trees and whole neighbourhoods in Scotland back then. It's still with me after all this time. But I am strong. I am here..
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