Throughout the day, I kept getting thoughts of Chilton Gardens, Peter Thoday and of Harry Dodson himself, of course. It wasn’t until I’d shut the computer down for the night that it came to me; it was the date, 19th June.
It was three years since Harry’s remains had been interred at Blackmoor, on 19th June, 2017, and my subconscious had been trying to tell me what my conscious (or maybe not) mind had overlooked.
Shame on me, too, for overlooking such a day. Both very sad and moving yet, at the same time, very satisfying. Satisfying in the sense that, despite the delay since Harry’s death in 2005, his wishes were being carried out. Harry was coming ‘home’.
The original article I penned at the time with photos is here but here’s a couple of the photos from that day, anyway.