Two years ago today; the last day I was blessed to spend with you. I've been walking through the golden leaves this afternoon and remembering happier times; us kicking the leaves with Ed and Evie at 'The Butt' and cycling through puddles in the Park at Ickworth. 'Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.' (Larkin).