My Sunday bench...gone but not forgotten.

We have taken to walking into town here in Ayr along the seafront which is a lovely way to do it but as you can imagine it can be a wee bit chilly in December. Our path is lined with a row of benches dedicated to loved ones lost which at this time of year are often adorned with wreaths in an expression of the additional loss felt at this time of year. 

This bench particularly caught our eye with its French connection and its sad back story - the loss of a partner at 32 years old.