Bexhill beach

Today I got up early and made the 3 hour drive to the coast to visit my grandparents. My grandad is in hospital and is really not doing well. He is 'comfortable', but the nurses have said that it's unlikely that he will recover enough to come out of the hospital.

A good family friend is over here from Australia at the moment, and she and Mum are also in Bexhill this weekend.

We spent a lovely afternoon walking along the promenade in the sunshine, and in the evening we visited Grandad in hospital. He looked tired, and frail, and so very small. It's as if he is disappearing before our eyes. Nan (bless her) is so far out of it, she struggles to remember what is going on. Seeing her at Grandad's bedside, holding his hand and stroking his hair was heartbreaking. They look so tiny and frail they are barely recognisable as the people I know so well.

Life can be cruel.