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The Blue Ball Inn, North Devon, one of the finest places to enjoy an excellent Sunday lunch. Set in idyllic countryside between moor and sea, oozing with character and great history. Nearby the ancient Saxons defended their homeland and beat off the Danes in battle and by the gale lashed old Inn door was carted the Lynmouth lifeboat in the villager's epic struggle to launch from a safer beach over a hundred years ago. Friendly staff, great dinners and great customers too. Why not be one, one day?
Ever done it yourself? Have you telephoned or visited only to be told the person you had intended one day to see was already dead often a long time before.. You then say something like, "Oh, I'm so sorry, they were a really good person."
You can never tell the deceased that you thought that, nor will you ever again find out what little secrets of life they might have shared. Not to worry . . . it'll happen to you too. It's what man does best.
I'm guilty too.
Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will.