Yesterday I took my wife down to Lyme Regis which is small fishing town and holiday resort on the Dorset coast. It's only 40 minutes away from us and we have spent many a happy family holiday there. In the winter months the town goes into hibernation - shutters up on shops and ice-cream parlours- buckets and spades hidden away for another season . The wonderful old stone harbour or Cobb as it is a called , empty of all but a few fishing boats lying forlornly on their sides waiting for the incoming tide .The only sound to be heard on the seafront is the swish of the silver surf breaking gently onto the pebbles . Along the promenade the blind windows of empty holiday cottages gaze out over an equally empty seascape perhaps dreaming of the returning families who return year after year to fill the rooms with laughter and tears and memories .Each year the children getting a little older until they in turn bring their own children back to enjoy their own experiences . In the summer the beach is alive with activity and if the cry "Mum " is heard then a dozen or so mums will rise up from their prone position like so many meercats protecting their young .But today the beach is deserted , the only inhabitants gulls pecking their desultory way through the shallows .I push eastwards along the promenade until we come to a vantage point where we can see the cliffs of the Jurassic coast standing proud against the winter sky -Black Venn with its sinister black face concealing fossils yet to found and Golden Cap living up to its name as it catches at its peak the beginnings of a sunset. I turn and push back towards the town and there is the most spectacular sunset. Amidst all the outpourings of pain and distress I hope this can give you as much pleasure even for a moment as it did to me and to Veronica ,at least I think it gave her pleasure but you can never be sure can you ?