No sales pitch, just a patient waiting, giving of his time with poppies, pins and money tin - in damp November chill.
The draughty vestibule was roofed but two side walls were open. I'd not realised he would be feeling cold - but someone had.
A customer asked him if he would like a cup of tea or coffee brought to him, explaining shyly that she'd pay for it.
Extraordinary ordinary people and a tray of poppies said it all.
Runnelfield Harrow on the Hill