A bonus blog this week. Today, Charlie and I were down in Dorset – heading to Devon for my great-uncle’s funeral, where it was a sad but wonderful day learning more about Peter Francis Pentreath’s amazing 97 and a half years. So, no desk and no London.
It was an incredible, frosty morning, and a beautiful soft early evening when we got home, and I took Mavis for a walk up top. I thought you’d enjoy some pictures.
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Way in the sky above the valley, an aeroplane left a vapour trail glowing golden in the sky and I imagined great uncle Peter on his next journey.
