There might come a time when you'll feel little need to cash in on a family bereavement by getting waylaid in Amsterdam.

Think on, lad.

For goodness sake think on.

Still, you'll always have

This tantalising image of which Martin Parr would be proud.

So much emotion.

Trepidation? Nostalgia?

Reflections on a life well lived, or otherwise?

Who dare speculate?