A Pause for Reflection

We took the girls home and came back down to Lymington in a hire car. On the way we stopped at Netley Marsh, to visit the churchyard where the ashes of John’s Mum and Dad are interred. We arrived at lunchtime and children from the neighbouring nursery school were outside. The graveyard was full of the happy sound of children playing. We stood by their stone and remembered happy days spent with John and Vera, particularly the days when we would come back from the boatshow every year, footsore and weary, to a fine cup of tea or two. Usually two.  So sad that they are no longer around to share in this final fulfilment of the dream.

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