Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Happiness = a tennis racquet and three tennis balls.
My master was an ardent atheist, if he had died in England he would have been laid to rest in a woodland burial site. This wasn't an option in Bodrum so the graveyard nearest to our village house was his chosen spot. A shady corner plot under a pine tree. When it came to choosing the gravestone, my companion remembered that he used to say he would always be content if he had a tennis racquet and three balls. He had no expectation of an afterlife, but if he could see his gravestone, I think he would have approved.