With melting heart, and brimful eye

Another year end. Another trip to get the messages for the auld yin up at the store. And then time for a pause and refection at the old Graveyard. Hark at me, Rev I.M.Jolly, indeed. I didn't realise before blip that I had a 31st December routine.

So, farewell 2012. I hope you all have a sociable Hogmanay to see the new year in with friends and loved ones, and if not that, there's always Jools Holland, or Rikki Fulton repeats...

[my Grandparents' headstone was erected in 1949, originally for their eldest son who died age 5 in 1916]