One Year On!
Exactly a year ago on Monday 30 April 2018 I set off with FAR TOO MUCH LUGGAGE on the train down to Wales on the way to the little village of Kilmore Quay - a perfect way, and a perfect place, to start my six months travelling adventure. Today I ducked out of all my commitments and instead came to Glasgow to the funeral of a lovely lady who took me 'under her wing' in 2011 when I was hiding out in a flat in Glasgow trying not to meet anyone while I wrote up my PhD. Her granddaughter did a eulogy where she said that her grandmother loved people. She loved feeding them, helping them, supporting them, phoning them up to see that they were ok - and that she could tell by all the nods in the room that her hunch was right, that everyone had that sort of connection with the lady. After the funeral I wandered round the strangely named 'Western Necropolis' looking for my grandparents, till i was advised to check the painstakingly researched Scottish Jewish Cemeteries websit