Some of you will remember Dad’s paintings of Stonehenge, and what a place it was to him. And most of you know at least some of Dad’s Dementia story.

So you’ll all understand why I just couldn’t miss out on this 26 mile Stonehenge trek for him! The most perfect way for me to raise money for something I’m so deeply and emotionally close to.

When I visit him next I’ll try to find more fitting photos from his albums to share with you... wild hair, bandanas and light leaks. And hopefully I’ll find that Stonehenge in a painting.

If you’re able to give anything at all it would mean a great deal to me, as I’m sure it would to Dad too if he could understand. And if anything, please just wish me sunshine and serenity in September. Thank you