Sometimes Andy i look back at what was in reality 61 years ago. A life time. When I see pictures of the old places. Everything has changed. Nothing is anything like it was.

I suppose it is the same with me, An old buzzard from long ago. I met my old pal yesterday. The one that flew the "Stringbag" torpedo planes in the Pacific theatre of operation. The one plane tnatcould fly backwarsd in a high wind.

He is like a bag of bones walking. very frail. Bless Him. Most of my old pals are gone now. makes me very aware of my own mortality.

My best pals have left us. Oddly, I only have Dick Harris to talk to now and he is very frail. We cannot now have lunch together, it is too far to drive for either of us.

Lots of Good wishes.
sapper