Hello, and welcome to the all new Tall Tales and Short Yards. I'm Tim and on behalf of n Time, my new creative collaborator. We would like to welcome you to the podcast here where we're going to teach some nice little short stories, hopefully to feed the fitter of your imagination. Hopefully maybe also to get your thinking, maybe have a little laugh from time to time, and in us maybe even shared a little tear. That's all up to you, because it's all about your perception. Speaking of which, I'd just like to encourage my perception to reach out somewhere out there and say hello in the world of ethereal spirit to my old friend and collaborator, Eric Camilleri. If you are familiar with our podcast, you know I used to work with Eric in the original series and tragically we lost him. He wasn't very well and went into hospital one day. I spoke with him on the phone, thinking all was well and he was expected to be off on him on his way home, but that didn't happen. Tragically, things put a dire turn for the worse and we lost him most unexpectedly and very very tragically. So Eric, this is for your brother and thank you for putting me in touch with your friend Anton, who's kindly agreed to pick up the creative mantle. So to you, dear listener, thank you for joining us here and the all new tall tales and short yards. Without further ado, I'd like to introduce you to family and friends. Darius VanderMeer had arrived there first, before then being joined by his wife Eileen eighteen months later. Those first few years in that beautiful place with the magnificent view of the coastline and the ever changing vista of the rolling ocean, had seen Darius and Eileen received many, many visitors. Mostly it was family who came by, with six children of their own and ever expanding brood of grandchildren. Almost every weekend had been a celebration of togetherness, tinged only by the certain knowledge of the impermanence of life. Within those first few years, there had been a collaboration of tears, laughter and the sharing of memories. Sometimes the now adult children even spoke to their parents about the troubles and challenges they faced, as everyone surely must from time to time within the constructs of their lives. Darius and Eileen were good listeners, and it was often during somber moments of silence, that truthful insight and reflection could be found. As time passed, and as the grandchildren matured to adulthood, with some of them now having children of their own, Darius and Aileen received fewer and fewer visitors the seasons passed, but that beautiful view of the coast and the ever moving ocean seemed to somehow possess supermanence which defied the great many changes which rippled within the inevitable passage of time. Now, as Darius and Aileen lay there side by side, the mood was one of acceptance and understanding. No one had visited them for many years, and the ornately carved headstone which adorned the burial plot where the two lovers lay was now hard to read, as the sandstone had eroded much in similar regard to the memory of their time together. Here upon the earth pad pad and pain and play attain
