It was on this day in 2004 that my lovely Dad died and he has been in my mind and my heart more than usual today. The following cutting was found by my Mum many, many years ago and clearly made her think of her Father, my Grandfather, The Rev W R Richards, whom I knew for only a couple of years when we lived in the Vicarage in Cockerham, Lancashire with him and my Granny.
If only – my lovely Dad was a very wise man.
The turkey is sitting in the brine I made yesterday. Isn’t it a beautiful colour?
These words from L R Knost touched me.
