Cragside chimneys

An old friend wanted to walk with me in the Cragside woods today. Her husband died on Friday and the funeral is on Tuesday. We used to have wonderful holidays together and every June would get a cottage in Scotland when they'd climb Munros with us. He'd had a series of strokes over the last few years, the last of which left him unable to communicate, eat or sit up. So although it is sad, it is a blessed release for him. We all grieved for him a long time ago. What it must have been like to lie there day after day and not be able to say anything - I hope we never find out.