Update

I am home, having successfully negotiated cancelled trains and extremely hot weather and sailed very close to a hypoglycaemic episode out in public, which would have seen me sent to hospital in a strange town and told off by strange doctors.

I was saved from myself by an excellent woman at Chester, who knew exactly what to do - have me sit in a cool room, and give me water and something sweet to eat. Then she saw me safely on the Bangor train, and phoned ahead so that the staff at Bangor would be expecting me.

Smokey was thrilled to see me home, her little tail quivering with joy. Now she’s had treats and cuddles, of course, I’m surplus to kitty requirements.

The reason I was there

The memorial for legionseagle went off very well, and saw many of the crabbyoldbats, people having come from as far away as France shezan and the Netherlands to celebrate a life well lived, but ended far, far too soon.

I didn't say anything - there were some lovely speeches from people from all aspects of legionseagle's life including her colleagues and her sailing friends. I just didn't trust myself not to weep copiously. I did enough of that at other people's speeches.

The night before the memorial I had the most glorious dream that she was alive again and it had all been a mistake. Never have I been so sad to wake up and find a dream not to be true.

I will miss her forever. She was one of the best.