I’ve been lucky enough to reach the ripe old age of 25 without having anyone who I knew well die, so it came as quite a shock when I heard the news that my Great Uncle George – who’s been in my life since my family moved to Salisbury when I was not even a teenager – passed away early this week. While this blog is usually all about the joys of life, travel, etc., I felt it was important to take a moment to mourn his loss, and send my condolences to Carina, his wife. Together they’ve always gone far beyond the call of duty in helping and supporting me. George, you’ll be missed.