Spring should be a time for celebration as new life bursts forth and drives the grey skies of winter away. As a child I spent many happy days with my father watching the buds burst, flowers rise and listening to the birds call, but this spring is different.
This spring is grey again. On the first day of spring this year, I lost the man who gave me my love of the outdoors. An early morning call was like a tolling bell and within a few hours, he was gone…