Duns Beer and Food Festival

So after a really difficult week attending his mum's funeral, we got home late on Saturday evening. I checked the calendar and saw that we had promised to help out at the Beer and Food Festival on Sunday afternoon. He wasn't really up for it, but I bullied him, saying, "We've made a promise, we've got to go!"
I was on the door, doing Track & Trace (Brrr), but he went on the beer pumps. When I managed to get a peek around the door he was smiling, enjoying the music, which was old rock, and looking so happy.
It was a lovely day and such a tonic for him