Ron sat on the bench staring curiously across the road while trying to catch his breath.

He had walked up this steep hill many times before but had never seen the ornate gate set in the low stone wall, the overhanging vegetation around the old church had been recently cut back by the council, so perhaps that was why he had never noticed it previously.

It had been a hard enough struggle to get up here, his health wasn’t what it used to be but the beautiful view was more than worth it.

He would go and look at the mysterious gate when he got his breath back.

Ron read the invitation again and sighed, he doubted he would ever see his new great-grandson in New Zealand. His daughter had moved there years ago with her family, he had visited with Jean three times but since his wife’s death hadn’t felt well enough to fly and anyway it would stretch his finances too much.

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