My cousin, Peter
Created by Jim 3 years ago
Peter and I were born within four months of each other and for our first few years lived in houses fifty yards apart. Our families then both moved away and I only saw my cousin occasionally over the next ten years or so but I always enjoyed his company. I have some good memories of those times - our hopeless attempts at skating come to mind. Later, we both went overseas but to very different parts of the world. We lost touch for many years, only to meet up again, by complete chance, on the bank of a fishing lake in Essex, fifty years later. Once again he proved to be the best of company and I was saddened to learn of his passing. Goodbye, Peter.
