Today for some reason I felt like checking Colin's page. It is a sunny day and I type this whilst sitting in the garden, surounded by the boys - now older but still arguing as all kids do - cutting the grass and doing various other jobs. We have had some difficult times what with redundancy et al and I find myself wondering what advice Colin would give me in managing these times. Although he not physically, I imagine Colin sitting accross this table from me, drinking his tea and advising caution and perserverance. In my mind's eye I see his posture and facial expression and can here the intonation in his voice, so clear is my image of him. I am taking his advice and, having a faith - albeit not always the most concentious, though nonetheless genuine - know that Colin is still here, intangiable, but still present. A presence that is ambient and ethereal. There when needed. We miss you still and yet, know you're there...Thank you for that. Nicholas