His Beloved Game

We should have been on a ferry to France but the car had other ideas. Gofer booked it into a local garage and we would just have to wait and see. Not expecting us to be around sister V had arranged to go down to the local croquet club where a bench had been set up in memory of her dear Man who had died from cancer last autumn and who ‘ had helped others play his beloved game’ He had also been Gofer’s best friend. The three of us went down, appropriate photos were taken for the paper. We sat on His bench, had coffee and chatted with his fellow croquet players and watched a couple of matches being played.