For those about to die, we salute you!

So a dear Father let these be the words that he left in the air as his sons made their way to surf on this, most hallowed of surfing churches, Polzeath Beach.

I had to smile.

MCC adored the beach, running around with gay abandon. Not that I'd call her mother that to her face of course....

A year ago MCC could but crawl. Now she talks, runs, sings & puts me firmly in my place.

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