Heading East across Dartmoor on the Spring Equinox, for a day of family and a funeral. As it turned out you couldn’t really ask for a better  day for a funeral for a 95 year old who had , for the most part, lived life on her terms. The sun shone, our singing was shocking.

And for our, blended, extended family she is the last of that generation to slip off to another realm. No more pre-war generation.