The Border

The celebration of Mr C's mum's life went well. Her old friends thought it did her proud. I certainly was proud of #2 daughter's contribution - she spoke with affection, humour and poise.

On the way home we stopped for a moment's reflection at the top of Carter Bar - Scotland was bathed in sunshine and England in mist. I wonder what the situation will be when we next cross over?

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