Like everyone in the UK it feels like it's been a hard winter. Snow, fogs, miserable, fetid politics. We have also had some particular challenges. The picture above is my Dad, Arthur Harris, who died suddenly on 15 December, at his lovely home in Hastings, New Zealand. He had a dicky heart for many years, though it never seemed to slow him down, and on his last day had been working outside, painting a fence.
Brother John and I flew out to NZ on 16 December for the funeral, where we met up with brother Dave and his partner Jo. Of course, we stayed for Xmas. Fortunately the snow allowed us to leave and let up long enough for us to come back before the New Year.
Dad is missed by all his children, and his long-time partner Joan.