I heard the gentle chime of a clock strike 8 this morning and thought of you quietly sitting out here somewhere in this lovely part of the South Downs. Probably beneath the shade of an old oak tree and looking back on those 80 years which have passed all too quickly. Wishing you a very happy 80th birthday, dad, wherever you may be...lots of love and missing you always, Deb xxxxx🚂♥️🌹