The Last Goodbye

An ordinary looking house, nothing extra special about it, but the memories held within are truly extra special.

Mum and Dad retired here in 1985, when my 2 boys were aged 6 & 8, the third one not even thought about.

My parents launched themselves into village life, and made some wonderful friends. Some of them are my friends still today, and there have been tears shed this weekend, as we are unlikely to see each other again.

It is the end of an era, and I am allowing myself a truly sad day.