Day 190

Airman.

Dennis my old neighbour passed away last Thursday I discovered – quietly at home after a fall and some confusion, with his companion Fiona holding his hand.¬† I didn’t go to the small funeral but instead spent an hour in St. Mary’s churchyard in Penzance where the unusual September sunshine seems to have reawakened the butterflies, one of whom stretched its red admiral wings on the warm granite headstone¬†beside me and, appreciating the peace, I thought about him for a while, that old World War Two RAF navigator, POW and proper gentleman.

How are you Dennis?

“Oh very well, very well…toddling along Hadrian, toddling along…”