First time for everything
I was visiting my mum by the seaside on a late autumn/early winter day of limited warmth and light. Everything was quite sombre in the wake of my fathers recent funeral. The large house still had much of his personality in it, shelves of old books -the War Years, and many other austere works mixed with some good poetry and prose, lots of old touring maps. We talked a while about sorting out financial affairs and other practicalities over a pot of Earl Grey tea. I said I would take a quick walk...