The moon at 16.45 this evening.
It was a very emotional day yesterday as we said a sad goodbye to my nephew Mark (just 46 years old) after a nine month battle with an aggressive brain tumour.   The crematorium was packed with friends and relatives and Mark's friends carried his coffin in.   Mark's eldest daughter (13) had composed and recorded a wonderful piece of music to honour her Dad and his younger daughter, just 9 years old, very bravely stood in front of everyone and read a poem to his memory.   There wasn't a dry eye in the room, their Daddy would have been so proud of his girls.
And now we have to all meet up again on Friday to say goodbye to my late brothers grandson Gavin who was just 37.
The family will have had three funerals in just six weeks.