I’ll openly admit that I’m very much a creature of habit, I like to stick to a schedule and I don’t often tend to go off-plan but there are times when living spontaneously suits me. Just the other day we had planned to nip through to my Mum’s for a flying visit to place flowers on Dad’s grave and to exchange Easter gifts. However, our ‘quick visit’ soon became a sunny, spring stroll through the graveyard followed by a lengthy dog walk through the park, over the hillside, under Echo Bridge, and past the ponds (where we fed the ducks) …
