I went back to Ayr. My sister was up from London - she'll be back down there by now. My aunt was already there, and I gave my cousin Lorna a lift over. On Saturday we all had dinner at a pub nearby which has a small restaurant, and today I went with Kate to Aggie's grave.

It's been about seven weeks. That arm of my family's been getting buried in that churchyard for about a century, give or take. My great-great-grandparents' stone mentions five of their sons who died in the Great War. The youngest was 19, and the oldest 31.
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