Last year my dad turned 80. We live 200 miles apart, me in Shropshire, him in Kent. The family threw a birthday party for him, but as I left, I had my usual guilty feeling about living so far away. Dad had already had a couple of falls so I always worried about him. A week later, my partner and I had a mini break to Llandudno, North Wales and visited the beautiful Great Orme headland. I don’t know why, but Dad was on my mind more than usual. Up at Great Orme it was really misty but suddenly the mist cleared and there on the grass was an arrangement of rocks. I moved closer and saw that the rocks spelt out Nearly 81. This amazed me as, of course, Dad will be 81 on his next birthday. Who would have moved the rocks into that arrangement, I wonder? I don’t know but I reckon it was just a little reminder from the heavens of what an amazing man my dad is.
Susan Taylor, Walcot, Shropshire