Wednesday 28th September (Polemere)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window. With a trip planned and some grave clearing to do Mr. Kite just looked out of his bedroom window. Polemere was visited and one lonely green sandpiper spotted before Mr. Kite and His Lady arrived at Morville.

St. Gregory's Church is not the best place on earth, but today it was. A bunch of flowers, a piece of fruit and a load of memories were remembered as the sun sank slowly in the west. In the warm air a flock of lesser black-backed gulls flew south.

In the calm tranquil grave yard a star was remembered. A star who laughed, a star who made everyone happy; a star whose infectious joviality was only a memory, but that star still shone.

Mr. Kite went home and had a tipple of Becks. Cheers to memories.