my mother picked me up and we went to the local woodland trust memorial garden to see the wooden bench we had made in memory of my father, who died of prostate cancer - christmas 2005.
it was (as usual) very peaceful, and we planted some more lily-of-the-valley seeds to replace the ones that had died .. they were his favourite flower.
on the way back, we stopped at a pub where i bought lunch for us both.
the weather was just perfect, and it was satisfying to go and 'talk to pops'