Robbie Reliant

On a cold, dark day when nothing of interest happens, I can always rely on Robbie to provide me with a blip. This morning, while I was preparing his breakfast, he sat in the greenhouse doorway looking up at me expectantly. Earlier this week he took his brekkie from my hand, but of course I didn’t have my camera with me then.

A rather fraught and emotional day, but a difficult decision has been made. Providing we’re not snowed in, my brother and I will take Dad down to Beaminster for the weekend to reminisce and revisit places that were dear to Mum. But we won’t be scattering her ashes on this occasion. They say a change is as good as a rest, let’s hope they’re right...

Thank you.