I forgot to put in my post, where I'd originally intended to go was just out of town where you can see across the countryside to the hills of the Peak District. There's a spot just opposite where the local hospice is that's very special to me, but because of how the timings worked out this morning I couldn't make it out there. Both my grandma and a friend of mine died at the hospice, but just across the road from the hospice is the maternity home where I was born. The special spot's just a few yards further down the road.
When my grandma was in the hospice before she died, I often used to walk down the driveway to go and just stand looking at where the maternity home was (the building's a care home now). Though the hospice is a place I've lost two people close to me, it's also where I was born, so it seemed fitting. I wrote a cheque this morning, a donation to the hospice. I know they rely heavily on donations, and I already take part in their weekly lottery which my employer's payroll section deals with for us, taking our entry fee straight from our wages each month. I'd intended to take the cheque to the hospice, but I couldn't make it out there today, but I went into the hospice's charity shop in town and took the cheque in there instead. It wasn't a huge amount, but every little helps, and it seemed right to do it today.
