Going through old papers, clearing my metaphoric and physical desk, opening old draws, I find this anniversary: twenty years ago, 2006 January, I noted the bank transfer was complete on Metfield Stores. It was one hell of a year. Not only the venture in to a village shop and all that rich tapestry of village life, but also the year of the death of Sugata on the mountain, after which I went into what I called my wilderness years, before I bought the wood and found a safe footing. Mainly through my 50s. I find this web page which I’d forgotten that I’d I set up the day after Martin Wolfe died. So many in the people in the images have died, but others have grown up, ventured out. Above all the shop remains.
Metfield Stores for Martin and Ann Wolfe.
A part of the history of that time is here. I wonder how Raj is?
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