25 years or so ago when I was doing A Level English evening classes, I wrote the first chapter of an adventure story set in 17th Century Cornwall. I was immensely proud of 'The King Over The Water', but of course, Daphne du Maurier got there before me and blew me out of that water. Such a good read. I'm writing this a few days after returning from Duncan's funeral. Alex stood up in church to give a eulogy for his father, I really have no idea how he could have the strength of character to do that. He had me blubbing a few times. There were hundreds there to celebrate the life of an incredible person. I miss him so much, although there's part of me that still hasn't accepted he's gone and can still feel his presence. Clayton and I have agreed that we need to organise a Duncan Ogilvie tribute Eurovision Disney Rugby tour Pub Crawl on ice to remember him.
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