Peace and Quiet

Yesterday saw the funeral of a boy who had just left school. Harry was in his first week at University, would have been 18 in a couple of weeks, and was found dead of an overdose.

I didn't go to the funeral, but went to his grave today, and I'm afraid I gave him a good talking to. Illogical, I know.

It dawned on me that I had never before been in this graveyard, and it was a shock to discover that I knew most of the folk buried there.......

I've been in Gairloch longer than I thought.