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A Few Days Away

We're heading North tomorrow for a few days. 
Bebe needs our assistance with a few things & we heard today that my Uncle has died - who we were going to be visiting while there. 

I feel bad that we didn't speak to him as often as we should have & that he died on his own, though it would have been the way he wanted it - at home, in his sleep & without any fuss!
He lived in the same house for over 75 years, with his parents until they died back in the 70s & he was quite a character - had lots of friends, but never wanted to settle down. 

His next-of-kin is my estranged Mother - who'll be coming over from her home in the states, so difficult times ahead...

Anyway, on a lighter note - here's some photos from yesterday:

 Portmellon Bay from one of the properties we look after.
(My camera phone always makes grass seem very green)

After work, it was a quick bite to eat & then out to see Sime playing with his band again...

Sound check done, then time to jam...
Dave the guitarist is on the far left, Brian the vocalist/guitarist is on drums, Sime on bass & Gav the drummer is on the far right - having a rest!

In action, before the dancing begins...

There are some great characters at this pub, who give us outsiders a real giggle!

These are two of them!

Have been informed by Captain Sensible that it's time to prepare for our trip... 
Early start in the morning!

Kay :)

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts.
Nic said…
Hope it goes as well as possible for you at this time.
Pattypan said…
[hugs] so sorry for your loss. I hope things can go as well as they can for you and yours.

Take care

Pattypan
Thanks guys.

My Uncle said he was ready to go when we visited at Christmas, he said we shouldn't be sad as he's had a good life!

We're still waiting to hear what's happening - the coroner is investigating his death...

Kay :)

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