It was kind of a strange day, I went out to a cemetery to put something on the grave of Cherie’s father. He died in in 1981 and Cherie’s cousin who still lives in Tilbury sent me to the wrong cemetery which I ended up looking for the grave for two hours. I phoned Cherie’s older sister and we figured out I was at the wrong place. Once at the right cemetery I found the grave within 20 minutes but I was pretty exhausted so went to Wheatley for a perch dinner. My plan was to go to Windsor to move the tag to the Hiram Walker Distillery but having spent most of the afternoon in the burning sunThat's a first Gerhard. You're never at a loss for a new place to adventure.
Good to see you got away for a ride . . . in between the rain events.
