In The Sidings

Pilates this morning before a trip to Octon Crematorium to celebrate T's life. I sincerely hope that this is the last time I attend such an occasion. Two in six months is hard to come to terms with.

Not much time to blip today. As I took Jet for a walk this evening I noticed a newly refurbished coach on the turntable. I quite liked the contrast with the old wheels and buffers covered in ivy.