Our daughter in Bristol and I were not looking forward to yesterday, it was a year since the undergardener, my lovely husband and super Dad, passed away. Fortunately it was possible for our daughter to get the day off work and she came down to Devon to spend it with me. It turned out to be a lovely day in the end, going to one of the places which my husband and I loved visiting, Blackbury Camp bluebell wood, which I have prevously written about here. along with its history.
We spent a lovely time here with the bluebells and the stunning apple green leaves of the beech trees. The only noise, apart from the occasional plane going overhead was from the wonderful birdsong,
We then came back to the village where I live and had lunch at our local pub where we were able to laugh at more memories of the undergardener. The day turned out to be a lot better than either of us had thought it would be, being able to look back on the good times spent together turned out to be quite amazing and very comforting.