Brother Bill’s ‘do’
Idon’t like funerals, who does? But Bill’s send off was attended by those who had shared big chunks of his 70 years with him; their stories were many and varied as we stood in Helen, Bill’s wife’s, garden after the ceremony. Dear reader, you may remember the tale of Cowclap Corner, a bend encountered on one of our bike holidays in sunny Wales. It left poor old Robert and Jimmy a bit dazed in a ditch, the rest of
