Parrots were flying wild over Hanworth Crematorium yesterday as they delivered the last rites to our oldest friend.
What did this mean?
Gridlock everywhere. The car reigns supreme in this part of the UK. Every inch of parking space taken. Every garden gone.
No thanks, won't bother with B & B. Must escape back to sanity while some movement still possible.
Crawled back down M3, headed West and left them to it.
As freedom of movement increased it struck me.
The parrots were an omen. The answer for the next life.
'Free as a bird' as they say.
RIP PETER
