Thursday 11th July
.
We took the future for granted
A wonderful life, enchanted
But who could foresee
The end at thirty?
It’s just not fair
Left with despair
.
Missing you like crazy
Thinking about you daily
My darling Angel baby
.
xxxxxx
Ready for surf school
Becoming cloudier
Beach huts on Porthgwidden Beach
Silver ragwort on the path to Bamaluz Beach