Pink . . . . .

. . . . . reflections.

I watched the service in Machynlleth for April Jones this morning, and it left me in a sad and reflective mood. I went down to the quay at Hamble and stood for a while remembering Danny who went missing over 10 years ago, and how the villagers came together joining in the search and launching a poster campaign for his safe return . . . .I knew him well . . . his poor parents will never know for sure what happened that night. . . . .

Sorry to be so gloomy but I still managed a pink blip.