A fond farewell.

On Monday I travelled to Stoke for the funeral of a decent man.
Fred Johnson was by trade a pottery painter - and a very good one indeed.
Fred was kind, genial, good company and a wonderful family man.
He will be missed by a great many.
He was younger than me and it is times such as this when we are brought face to face with our own mortality.
So often we fail to spot the importance of life and death in the hustle and bustle of our daily lives.