Not my last one after all

never knowing what lays in store when you're heading off to be put under for surgery I wondered to myself if this would be the last photo I would ever take.

A quick snap through the window as I implored my chauffeur to slow down holds a little symbolism. Although familiar with this country lane I know what's over the hillcrest. Or do I? Do any of us really know what's over that familiar hill?

Take a moment to tell someone near and dear that you love them. I did.