Wistful.

Today was a hard but brave day for my sis. She used to love taking PDK down to the beach where he would chase the birdies and rootle around in the dunes while she collected oyster shells. This was our first trip back since since he has been gone. Thankfully the sun shined and we managed some laughs along the way...mainly schoolboy humour about wind and vegetable soup!

Well done Hen. You have my love and admiration. XX