A trip up north for my mum-in-law’s funeral.  She would have been 95 years old on that day so it was a celebration of her life rather than a sad occasion although of course I think we all melted when Frank Sinatra’s My Way was played. It is proving to be a popular choice for the final music at a crematorium service and I think I know why.   It takes roughly 6 hours to drive up from Devon but I was reminded that it took an awful lot longer than that before the motorway was built. I remember as a child standing on a bridge at Lancaster and looking down at the M6 which was under construction at the time. Even the trip from Preston to Lancaster which is a mere hop on the motorway now seemed to take forever in those days on the bus calling at various places enroute.  On the writing front, I am still going through the final read of my new book.  I like this stage when I can think about it more leisurely, adding and taking away. By now I know my characters very well and I will be sorry to say goodbye to them.