Dauvit had an aunt to be honest she was the family pain. Nothing was ever quite good enough if you wnet to visit someone before her or stayed with them longer than you did with her it was moaned about. Visiting with her was something folks did out of duty.

One day Dauvit had to go the 15 miles to town to do some business instead of the hour and a half it normally took he was gone for hours and I was begining to get worried (No mobile phones for us back then.)

On his return he told me he had had a sudden notion to go visit his aunt. They had spent almost 5 hours sitting together chatting pleasently about when she was young on one of the outer islands and had a great time together.

I was so glad he had responded to the idea when he had it, even more so two days later when her son phoned to tell us his mum had been found dead when her neighbour had gone in the day before.

Had he not gone his memories would be of a rather bitter old lady instead he could smile at thoughts of her as an adventurous teenager who travelled alone to the main island to look for work, and dancing in a sparkly dress that her Plymoth Brethern parents would never have aproved of.

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