Love letters from 1953.

A day of love I think. This morning I found the other half of the letters written by my parents to one another in 1953. The last batch were burned, dug into the flower bed and a rose planted. The rose has about 3 flowers a year so I decided to shred these.
This afternoon was more love in the form of watching the thousands of bikes riding to Barrow for Dave Myers. It took well over an hour for them to pass under me and lots of other people as we stood on the last bridge over the M6 before turning off onto the A590.
If you had the honour of being part of this, I hope you have had a great day and have a safe journey home.