Graham's funeral takes place tomorrow. He is to be buried on Skye - the island he loved. We are not expecting an easy day, but time moves inexorably on, and we have to go forward with it.
The telephone is beginning to ring more frequently with people wanting to book accommodation. We have gardens to tidy, and there is still quite a bit to be done at Loch View. We have to set our minds to the tasks and not dwell on the past, though our memories of Graham will remain vivid for many months yet, and I have no doubt at all that as long as I live, every time I glance at the brooding Cuillin, I will remember his smile.
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