Hospice
On the way to see Simon, we took a short diversion so that I could bag a few more Geograph photo squares. Beyond the village of North Cave, the road rises as motor vehicles traverse the rolling chalk hills and dales that we call The Yorkshire Wolds. That's where I took my latest pictures though clouds muted the July sunlight. Leaving Beverley, the clouds had grown more ominous and sure enough, for three or four minutes, Clint had to contend with a sudden deluge that was over soon after it had started. Someone turned the tap off and by the time we reached my home village sunshine was already evaporating the puddles. Clint had been in need of a good wash. Simon had been assigned a new Macmillan nurse. The first one had only managed to visit him once in two months. The new nurse assessed the situation quickly. Speaking kindly, she offered him three options - stay at home with daily support in a hospital bed that would be delivered to the cottage, go into the East Yorkshire ho...
