2009 was a helter-skelter ride of a year. It was sad that my Dad, Phil, died before I started the walk. Regrettably, he also missed the arrival of his first Great-Grandchild (I'm clearly being presumptive here in assuming there might be more?) although, as the eloquent priest at Dad’s funeral service suggested, they will surely have caught sight of each other on their respective journeys between heaven and earth, and waved as they passed by.
Anyway, with such dramatic recent changes in the family ‘line-up’, I was compelled to dedicate my walk to them both.
