I was listening to a CD of carols by the Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band in t' car this morning (as we do in Yorkshire at this time of year) when Christians Awake came on. That's Dad's carol. The service at Park on Christmas Day would always start with the tune and, because of its range, he had to hop and down the octaves throughout. I can see him now: leaning slightly forward, smiling and raising his eyebrows at us lot further down the pew. Happy days. Happy Christmas.
Pic of the day: Still remember riding that bike - and the steel brake connectors.