I think he even liked honey, which I definitely do not!
Anyway, I lit my candle in the church and made my way to the garden.
This year I wasn't hampered firstly by a funeral about to start and secondly by a gardener in the garden.
Neither did I take my harp this year but I did take my camera and was struck by the flurry of bees on the plant behind the crucifix.
It is a beautiful sunny day with a cooling breeze as I remember my Dad with fondness.