Squinty

We set off early to drive down to Nottingham and arrived in the village in time to check in at the pub where we were staying and then walk up to the church for Pat's memorial service. The place was packed. During the proceedings I managed to sing two of her favourite songs for her, although with considerable difficulty. They had used some of Ogatodomar's guitar music at the crematorium earlier and it was great to hear a little bit of it played in the church too. D and I were sitting during the service facing this wonderfully squint window - the stone 'dividers' are definitely not vertical!

Then we all went back to the village pub and drank a toast to her life and memory. Much talking, drinking, crying and laughing. There'll be a lot of laughter missing from that village now that she's gone.