Lots of stuff happened yesterday , some of it a bit weird. At the start of the hols, Mandy and I penciled in the 11th for a long cliff top walk. It might sound crazy , but I feel closest to Rosie and Jane when I am near the sea. I love the Seaford to Cuckmere Haven , The Seven Sisters, Broadstairs to Margate ones and so I left it to Mand to chose a different ‘foolproof , never to get lost on’ (as it happened we got lost in St.Pancras Station ) walk. The other thing you need to know, is that ,sadly on 30th July ,Martin O’Neil youngest son of Rita and Jack ,died. He was 6 weeks younger than me. Our families lived opp. each other in St.Oswald’s Road and we holidayed in Devon together. The last fateful holiday was when Martin and I were around 7 .We fought like cat and dog , til I pinned him down and bit him all up his arm . he retaliated by shutting my head in some sliding doors – that was the end of that beautiful relationship ! Anyway ,last week , his brother David sent me details of Martin’s funeral – but I just could not face going….Now , back to the walk – we’d climbed the cliff, picnic’ d by the lighthouse, sat on the beach at St Margaret’s Bay, climbed another cliff , sat on a bench looking out at the most beautiful aqua sea, sang our songs , printed off by me -‘White Cliffs of Dover ‘( obvious choice ) , ‘American Pie’ ( so many verses )- then walked on and on and on until we saw a buzz of activity and ,still on the coastal path , we found ourselves 2 metres away from ‘Walmer and Kingsdown Golf Club’ , where the party to celebrate Martin’s life, continued. Do you think that’s spooky ? So in all our glory – sweat,walking boots, rucksacks etc, we briefly joined the celebration, chatted to David ( Martins Brother and loyal visitor to Grandmama ), Janet ,Martin’s wife and his beautiful twin daughters . Then we exited ,back onto the cliff and stopped for a drink, walked into Deal, got lost, then realised I’d lost my purse , complete with train ticket,credit cards, Oystercard, Kew card , £50 credit note from ‘Office shoeshop’ etc etc, but worst of all photos of my 3 beautiful children.