Yesterday ...

was a relaxing morning ...

The afternoon was spent walking up to Dad's resting place and placing some Cornish Anemones at his resting place ... taking in the familiar sites and seeing the changes taken place over time. 

This town is nestled in a valley. There are plenty of hills to walk. I am sure I saw a pheasant yesterday. And everyone says Hello from fellow walkers to engineers working at their tasks. A totally different culture. And not for the faint hearted or those that did not like the ulcer smells ... they were either dung spraying ... or mucking out horses ... from the smell carried in the wind ...