last year ... and anticipating the new things since. It is back to the rituals of the adventures of the garden. The antics of the wildlife.
within the garage evidence of Dad still around you. His workshop in here slowly being reworked to suit new and different needs. We have all been down in the pit, in his garage, I went down there, to help when he first passed away, to retrieve the spare coal he had put down there.
I hope to see, or if not assist in a better place to put all this to make it easier. Dad could no longer organise things. It was shoved into this space for now. The garage is waiting for items to go elsewhere now. Mum has her plans. I am made use of, while I am with them. A bit of a bus mans holiday, interspersed with local outings.
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