Errol Bowling Club

I attended the funeral of Garry today, only 59, but had been ill for a number of years and died in Ninewells hospital a couple of weeks ago.

It was a humanist service, his favourite music was played and the crematorium was packed.

The family are from Errol so the cup of tea and get together later was at the bowling club where Garry was a member hence the flag flying at half mast.

His Dad and my mum are cousins, his Dad broken burying a son. I felt for him.

It was a lovely bright and mild day today. But supposed to be raining tomorrow just in time for the dog walk!