Spread far and wide across the UK, for the past 12 years at least three of them have met up each and every year in a caravan.
They put the world to rights, wallow in nostalgia and chase up obscure lines of the family tree.
Walking plays a big part, big spending less so.
And the wardrobe never changes.
Shorts and red trousers feature prominently.
It took a funeral to bring them back into regular contact, and it's very touching.
And a reminder of how fast time goes.
Sadly I will never have the same bond with my brother and sister; we drifted apart a very long time ago, which is why this bond is so special.
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