My wonderful family.
First of all, thank you all for your kind comments yesterday. I won't reply individually, but your kindness is much appreciated. I would have found it so hard to cope without the support of friends and family.
Gabby arrived on Thursday night, so I wouldn't be on my own. As Tam had been so off-colour and she and Rosie still tired, we went to her as per our change of plan and we all met up by the Pier, and had fish goujons and chips and curry dipping sauce. Rosie joined in! We sat under one of the umbrellas and were safe from the Seagulls, who seemed to be mostly sat out on the rocks in the shallow part of the bay. Ironically - we wondered if Keith had a celestial hand in this! - playing "American Pie" with the line, "this'll be the day that I die" . . . We smiled, rather than cried, at the irony.
We all came separately so met up in Borth (after I'd galloped through M&S and got a new bra in a colour not dissimilar to the new paint on the woodwork here). Keith would have appreciated the colourway I'm sure :)
Rosie making a move for Tam's sunglasses.
Dan's special t-shirt in honour of our family name.
Gabby in her cheerful orange top. I wore my coral one and - for a change - a skirt!
Tamzin had had a lovely idea, and bought along a sprig of oak leaves each (Keith loved oak trees) and we threw them in the waves, thinking of him, though we were a little early for them to be carried out to sea despite the tide going out. Danny was charged with wading out as far as he could as he had the shortest shorts on. We heard this week that the tree Gabby had purchased through the Multiple Systems Atrophy Trust, had been planted. I hope it's an oak tree. . .
Danny had to get back to Carmarthen to pick Emma up, so didn't come back here for our special meal. We each had steak in a tasty cream/Worcestershire Sauce/pepper, beans from the garden (SO good) and Potato Dauphinoise. Scrummy.
I read yesterday’s post, good photo to remember Keith with RIP. Borth I remember driving though the place which I though a bit of a dump. Reminded me of a town near me called Didcot where you drove though a row of shops which may are mostly east European or Turkish hairdressers along with charity shops, it’s even worse than Borth which seemed to sell a lot of holiday trappings. The one good thing about it the place has nice beaches. Didcot only has a Railway Museum. The Church, would that be St Michael Cefnllys by any chance
ReplyDeleteHow lovely all that sounds x
ReplyDeleteAlison in Devon x
What a wonderful day for you all to get together and remember Keith. Sending you much love xxx
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