Bridge crossing

Today was my dads funeral. A weird affair with people in masks. It was better than I had expected, touching but not too sad - I think the anticipation had been driving stress levels up for everyone (me). We showed a selection of old photos of my dad which everyone enjoyed - he was a handsome chap in his youth. We left the chapel to Volare (Dean Martin, not Gypsy Kings), a definite earworm tune - give it a go!
Strange not to be able to hang out with the family and friends who came along. Said muffled farewells through face coverings and went on our way.
We chose to have a walk round Shrewsbury town, over the bridges, grabbed a coffee and cake - and that was it.