Always thinking of you, David dear. Dan and I visited your grave yesterday. It looks beautiful with all the spring flowers and reminds me of your last time outside at Willen lake, when Sally, Peter and their brood visited. A bitter sweet memory. I recall saying you looked like the Pope, huddled in the wheel chair wearing your maroon hat, scarf and gloves against the bitter April wind! You would be so proud of your sons: Dan with his thriving record business and his sense of humour; Matthew with his loving nature and his cookery and gardening skills.