I like to imagine that you made it here to retire, a little cottage in Ventnor with the door straight onto the street. A kitchen filled with the aroma of coffee and oil paints, with Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan playing on repeat from the tiny lounge. You in your shorts (all year round), tanned and smiling as you soaked up being in your beloved place. Saying morning to the locals when you popped out for a paper. Sitting on a bench by the clock tower watching the waves, taking a dip on a hot day and a pint in the Millbay, while you did the crossword. How I wish this could have been your reality. We will live it for you dad as we carry you in our hearts everyday xxxxx