31/01/2026
For the last couple of months I have been going through the incredibly painful bit of sorting through my mum and dad's life 😥
My dad was passionate about animals and helping them his entire life. I have so many stories - him crying when he'd driven over a grass snake, scooping it up to lay it to rest/ gathering all the slugs and snails in a bucket from the garden and taking them to the local park because he didn't want them ruining the plants but couldn't kill them/ looking after an injured bat with me in the church/ ill treated ponies in our garden/ waif and stray dogs........it goes on and on.
When my dad was a young lad, his father, Henry Clifford Corless,was the Chief fire officer at the training school at Grendon Hall. What a wonderful childhood he had in the vast grounds!. One summer he found an injured vixen . He was in his absolute heaven,and with his parents help he looked after her and her cubs , nursing her back to health. My grandpa,known as Cliff, died when I was a baby so I didn't have the privilege of getting to know him . I was though really close to my dad's mum who we affectionately called Grandma Tick Tock as Grandpa had been given a very loud wall clock as a retirement pressie .
Through the pain, I have found it a privilege to walk through my family history 🙏
