I will never forget your face when I arrived off of the train at Bournemouth station. It lit up like a Christmas candle. I felt so happy to be with you. We visited old childhood haunts and remembered some really special family times. We walked along the beach in the wind and spitting rain but it was truly beautiful. You got cross when they would not let me smoke in the tearooms but we found shelter behind an old beach hut and sat talked and laughed. You had broken your toe and were struggling to walk so we found you a walking stick which you used. I have never seen anyone make a walking stick look glamourous like you did that day.