On the village green the scent of freshly-cut grass and that familiar sound of leather against willow, signifying the much awaited arrival of the summer season. Long lazy days, cream teas, chirping crickets, conversation and contentment.
Ossie, as he was known to many, was our beloved Dad. He was first diagnosed with Lung Cancer in October 2011. At that time neither my sister nor I, our Mum or our Granny thought he would go as quickly as he did.
Our Dad was the loveliest man you could ever hope to meet. Wise, funny and very handsome.