Last night I saw that the children - who would all be under four - had been painting fields of poppies, block-printed red blobs with black centres.
(I know they were fields of poppies because all the pictures had 'Field of Poppies' written at the top.)
One painting, strikingly, had the poppies in straight rows with the black middles growing bigger as your eye travelled down the paper until the darker colour was dominant, with a line of red wash across the bottom of the page. It was as powerful a piece of war art as many I've seen exhibited.
And some people think we're forgetting!
