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I enjoy feeding the birds in my garden, exploring megalithic sites and listening to psychedelic folk records.

It pales in comparison a bit tonight, I suppose, but it's a year ago today since my dearest friend George died. He was a top bloke.

My black and white cat, George, sitting on my lap.

I was eating some cantaloupe there, and I thought it would be ideal if Ringo had a cantaloupe song to sing. Maybe even Paul could write it for him.

A few moments after taking this photo we heard a woodland air drifting through the trees. Pan pipes? Pan's pipes? The atmosphere tingled. It could have been a local child practising recorder. But it might now have been.

Sun shining through a verdant woodland.