Brian, my dad, died when i was barely six. Impossible to know, of course, what might have been. Doesn’t stop the occasional ponderings though. His physical self is blended into the earth at Haycombe Cemetery in Bath. It took me a long time to finally go seek out the place, but I finally located his currently unadorned grave (150214J), which is on the southeastern edge of the site not far from the green burial section and adjacent the Whiteways Road. I’ve obtained permission to plant a few wildflower plugs there, which I shall do in goodly time.