Mark’s place

I lost my only brother two years ago today.

We have taken a visit up to “his place” both anniversaries since. We scattered his ashes there, along with the ashes of his dog Tilly who died just before he did.

It’s an old roundabout on the old A1 where he used to hang around during his motorbike days. Often called the “Magic Roundabout”. These days it’s been grassed over as the A1 has now moved about half a mile away and now been uprated to a full three lane motorway.

Each year we go, nature has reclaimed a little more of it. It’s lovely to see it so peaceful.

He had a very chaotic life towards the end. Vodka was his tipple of choice and it was also his killer. People ask why I rarely drink. Now you know why.

Published by Kris

Bassist. Cat servant. Everything is better shiny.

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