The view from Old John

A reflective day today. We went to Bradgate Park to scatter my Dad's ashes. We scattered my Mum's ashes there five years ago, about the same time of year.

My Mum and Dad used to go to Bradgate Park before they were married. My Dad told me they went there once at night, but they got scared by rustling noises in the trees, so didn't stick around. I remember going there quite often as a child for picnics. It was the first place I ever saw a monkey puzzle tree (it's still there).