A wet Easter ...

So, I took Mum to church this morning - the church where we held Dad's funeral. I still find it hard not to cry whenever I go there. It is filled with memories.

After lunch, Mum was desperate to go to the garden centre, which actually turned out to be amazing! So many poly tunnels filled with seedlings and plants. In spite of living over 100 miles away, we came away with a few plants ...