A touch of yellow

Yellow was Jo's favourite colour.

So much of her life was yellow, her car, the objects in her flat, her Rupert Bear scarf.

We lost touch when I moved to Sheffield and I hadn't seen her for too many years. It was a great shock to hear that her life had been tragically cut short by cancer. I hadn't known she was ill. The funeral was simple and relaxed and she would have enjoyed the get together afterwards. It was good to meet up with friends with whom I used to play badminton and walk the hills. We are all so much older now.

I was attracted by the chimneys on the lodge at the entrance to the Lawnswood cemetery and crematorium. The poor man who lives there thought I was from the council, who have apparently been hassling him. He was much happier when I explained about taking a photo a day for blipfoto.