There he was 'ancient of days' moving softly down the road.
Switching Tilly's engine off and being respectfully still we waited for him...........
..........and as he passed swinging his trunk and spreading his ears in syncopated time - he swayed, ever so gently from side to side. In that moment I saw my grandfather wandering down the garden path to his beloved garden shed and I loved him more than any words can tell.
As always, the ever loyal, slightly down but wise Eeyore, looking for thistles and Pooh and Christopher Robin!
Forgive the briefness of this post and thank you for the messages you have sent.
Promise to be back soon.
david