Endless is the Victory

This afternoon, with the light flooding in on my tottering pile of books, we watched the funeral of a beloved man in our church, Ian Frith, a humble, servant-hearted friend to many, including us. We will miss him when we go back, and glad we will meet again. One day.

The drummer with the top knot is our son-in-law, Sam.

Gratefuls:
- a walk into town with Mike, on a beautifully sunny day, after the sun melted the frost (2C last night)
- getting the carol sheets done for tomorrow, not straighforward!
- Mike's pizza (with my tomato sauce) for tea, with a glass of red