Sixty Years Later

This gentleman and I used to play together at his father's farm. We stayed there on our three-yearly returns to the UK between my father's posts abroad (banking in various places).  We were catching Le Shuttle tomorrow so we found the farm, along the little lanes in beautiful Kent countryside and said hello. It was delightful. We received a very warm welcome, 60 years after my last visit. 

We also visited the church were he and I pumped the organ – Extra. And paid our respects at the graves of his parents and two brothers . . .