Linda and I walked to the stones. Limestone? Through copses of woodland, left wild, ivy allowed to dally up tree trunks. Wood anemone carpet the floor. In a second copse an unusual yew wood, and old stone that would have made something, a wall of a house in it's abandoned fallen pile, soft moss covering, returning… Continue reading Pat Raine’s funeral (April 2016)
Pat – remembering her
I remember Pat as being a constant in our family. She was Claire’s friend. She came every Sunday evening and would arrive, dressed in blue, never trousers, her long legs in blue tights, with buckle shoes, a pressed shirt with a brave usually interesting broach holding her neck collar tight. She’d sit in the wing… Continue reading Pat – remembering her
Science Cafe – Celebrating Pulses (March 2016)
Delicious food was prepared by Imogen Tempest using Josaih Meldums Hodmedods ingredients (which can be found in Focus Organic shop in Halesworth), including Chocolate cake made with Fava beans. Mike Ambrose Manages the John Innes Centre, (Norwich), Germplasm Resource Unit (= seedbank), where, for 39 years, he has worked with peas. The purpose of the Germ Plasm… Continue reading Science Cafe – Celebrating Pulses (March 2016)
Langer for Toby’s send off
After the long drive, small dog walk, we stretched our legs down Langer moat. I hadn’t seen the notice before, but noticed now: it could have been Toby’s concept. ‘Nature is dangerous, if anyone falls, or drowns, F..K off. At your own peril.’ Louise, my fellow walker in grief, dressed in a Monsoon Indian dress,… Continue reading Langer for Toby’s send off
North Norfolk unexpectedly with Steven and Pam (March 2016)
A text from Stevan, and I'm up in Blakeney. The combination of an old haunt, good company and getting out, swung it. I delegated the Book Club, thank you Sheila. Those huge skies. We walked of course, out of their Blakeney High Street front door, down the street to the low tide water front, and out… Continue reading North Norfolk unexpectedly with Steven and Pam (March 2016)
Cave
I've been in my cave. Each morning I arrive into consciousness with that missing of Bob.I remember his lips, and wish I'd have dallied longer in his eyes. However, I've started looking at the news, and slowly slowly take in outside world. Syria.
Bob’s last party at Ph’s barn
The evening at Ph’s barn, was magic. Most had left, few came, mostly locals, but also Pete Sinclair and Bev, who’d filmed with Bob in Kathmandu and attempted to film the Haj with him in the early 1970’s. Here in a Suffolk farm barn, with firey space heaters to warm, we drank Ann Dingwells paid for wine,… Continue reading Bob’s last party at Ph’s barn
Post Bob’s funeral to Louise
Darling one - LOVED your words. I read them now, end of day, the house empty but for my incongruous flat mate, in between lives of lover and ex’s,who sits and checks facebook, tells me it's cold outside, while I busy around, washing up, hovering, walking dog. Giggled like a school girl, with the ego on… Continue reading Post Bob’s funeral to Louise
Eve of Bob’s funeral
The eve of Bobs send of, the clan of diverse friends are gathering. We put into the table our stories, most often the first meeting. Ruth when she was 25, could not box him. Sarah told a story of Bob being flustered, afraid, but he was never afraid she concluded. Yes, says Louise, he was… Continue reading Eve of Bob’s funeral
Bob and Toby – desire to change (Feb 2016)
An email from Louise, starkly honest, declaring those moments when she wanted to change Toby into something different, healthy, longer lasting. Doing housework, she’s come across Toby’s olives in the fridge. “…All dried up - god he knew how to cook - anyway suddenly I was filled with this enormous feeling of elation and gratitude. Puzzled, I went… Continue reading Bob and Toby – desire to change (Feb 2016)
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