I'm just back from Will's funeral, over in Newtown. For those who don't know, our friend Will died suddenly (heart attack) 10 days ago, aged 53. As it was mid-Wales Anne and I wore dark suits, personally I find this unfortunate and I don't like black at funerals, but we got the dress code right. It was in the Catholic Church, and I have to say it was the worst-conducted funeral service I can remember. The priest droned on about death and hardly said anything personal about Will, and there was little that was uplifting.
We came out into the sun, and after the family (including his 85yo mother) had got into the cars the hearse left. I shed a tear or two as I waved him off, I will miss him, he was a dear sweet man. Came back via Montgomery - it's a fantastic bike road and it's not bad in the car either
Hope there's lots of fish up there, Will