I am now at the point when I realise that although I am not colour blind, as women rarely are, I am a carrier. My dad was colour blind and No. 2 son is also colour blind. If my interpretation of a colour might be a little “off colour” you know why. And the bench: it stands every year on the path to the local castle. Sometimes it is hidden in a forest of dandelions and when the grass is mowed down you can see it in all its perfection.