As is now per tradition, the rather sad trip down to Devon to mark the anniversary of Dad's passing, to say hello to the grave, lay down a reef, that sort of thing. Long drive, about 6 hours, dog farted the whole way. Literally, the whole way. How is that even possible?
It's nice to see family, though, have a quick catch up, and spend some time with mum and sis.
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