Up to a bit of wild wood on a hill.

Spring is coming here,

See
that man in front of you? That man lost his son and misses him. You
would never know if you passed him walking in that wood, but that man
in different circumstances might have been carrying a baby close to his
chest.

There's a stream that runs through this wood,


Turn a sharp corner to the left and climb the path to the holly tree, look back down to the path you walked along. What a view.

Look up at the tall trees stretching skyward.

This is where we left our son. George's body rests here in the shade of the
trees, with spring bulbs planted around. They are growing well but not
yet blooming. We'll be back to see them when they are. Ray's Mum
scattered her dear old dog Sally's ashes around George's spot. "Someone
to play with."

This morning Ray said he wanted to go and see his
sister, "we'll go and check on the bulbs too shall we?" Ray's sister
lives on the road that leads to the wood. This is the first time we've
been back since Ray dug his son's grave in October. He didn't take
photos today and he takes photos everywhere. This is a sombre place for
him but he's glad the bulbs are growing and the ground hasn't been
disturbed.

After visiting the wood, we called on his sister and
brother in law. "We've been to see George and Sally" Ray doesn't say
George's name often, neither do I to be honest, except on the inside.
It made me feel warm to hear him say it today. "We're going to be
trying again soon". Yes we are.