#shouldertoshoulder

This was my view for the afternoon:

And what a view! And what a game!

It was quite chilly up there, but I had my woolly hat and a fleecy blanket, provided by my very thoughtful rugby going buddy, to keep me warm! We also had a pint and some good friendly banter with the two Australian supporters who had the misfortune to sit beside us.

Then we had two very tense, watching through gloved covered fingers, last minutes to endure when the game could have gone either way, before the final whistle was blown and we could celebrate.

And celebrate we did, in fine style, in a greasy spoon, with fish and chips.

Sure what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Love itself has gone...

A terrible ending to a terrible week.

2016 has done it again.

I'm crying again today, not with despair this time, but with genuine sadness at hearing of the death of Mr LC.

I'm sure there will be millions of tributes from all over the world today from people with better words than I could every write, and I'm sure they will include a quote or two of many of his poetic lines and verses.

Well the first one that came to mind for me this morning, when I brought the dog around the park and walked through all the leaves, was:

"your life is a leaf that the season tear off and condemn"

And another one that comes to mind for the week that's in it is:

"there is a crack, a crack in everything, that's how the light get's in"

So lets hope that between the cracks that are, not just in the USA as we've seen this week, but all over the world, that a little light can get in for everybody.,,,



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhXtM7Js_X8