A glorious end of August day, feeling very much like a September day. We met at White House Farm, where Jason gave good welcome and I met for the first time his daughter almost a year old.
Not in photograph albums, nor in a library or book case nor on a computer, but stacked slices of wood with ink (fading) words describe all the events at White House Farm over the years. It was a Friday, very few of us there, so time to site by a fire meander a corner to find ‘Ring of Bright Water’ and read the brief bio of Gavin Maxwell (Iraq with Thesiger) and later hear of his friendship with Jason’s mother.
Later to Brian, Jason described the beginnings of the ‘Gallery’. How when he first came here the place was an empty shell of the industry it once was, and that was the challenge to change it. He certainly has. To me Jason gave me a way of looking at climate change, to understand the fragility of our atmosphere, we convert the longitude to latitude. Our Troposphere is but 5-10 miles – between here at the A12.
We motored on to Orford for the point of this adventure: to celebrate B’s swallow. Taste may not be relevant, but the oyster with a dab of Tabasco was welcome. Along with some sardines and brown bread, Pinney’s was unchanged. We walked the dogs along the sea wall to enjoy an ice-cream and tea in the sun, watching those that dabble in boats come and go. We hoped to return one day to take boat to the island.
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