Email from Rob, after their visit to the woodland and Scud LOVED IT ALL! The lodge has huge potential. Is it Edwardian? Parquet flooring. Super garden. What about your wood? WOW! Treecreeper. Ponds - walking the sleeper bridges. Hornbeams, wood makes good mill wheel teeth. Lunch. Yummee potatoes. Chervil. I, alone, ate the ham. Juice.… Continue reading From Rob and Christine
Ann Wolfe’s funeral at Wakelyns
Turning into Wakelyns drive signs saying simply Ann began. Not this way, not Wakelyns, just Ann. Written in her clear italic hand, as if. Encapsulating all. Yellow ribbon tied to hemp string lined both sides, guiding us to the field. Juan, in a hat whose price label he’d cut off from the shop, and I,… Continue reading Ann Wolfe’s funeral at Wakelyns
Paddy Bushe at Jason’s
Looking for a restaurant in Norwich, I try Trip Advisor. ‘Bob Edwards rated and described this one’ it told me. White House Farm, Great Glemham Parked next to Danielle, who pressed a button to raise the roof on her Mercedes Benz, a luxury I once exchanged for a Fiat 500. As we walk through grass, she… Continue reading Paddy Bushe at Jason’s
Gerd
Dear Kamala and Lea I’ve just seen and heard the wonderful video link of the ceremony for Gerd at The Garden at the Hermitage of the Awakened Heart. What a blessing to have this opportunity to be with you virtually - whoever arranged this, my grateful thanks. The bird song in the background, the Tibetan… Continue reading Gerd
The Community (May 2016)
‘Tell me about Bob’, Teresa asked. Gathered after dinner, beside me Magdalene, nodding Into her crocket, Gabriel, Christina, Stephen on my other side. ‘Yes I remember him’, she said. ‘It was for Stephens exhibition you both came’. She was right, I have one of Stephens paintings from that time, an abstract chosen by Bob. He… Continue reading The Community (May 2016)
Asparagus
The asparagus season is starting. Bob's favourite. Ate it until pee turned green.
Metfield – Tales from a Suffolk Village
Linda asked me to write a review of this book about Metfield. I was touched to be asked. Tales from a Suffolk Village could, of course, be any Suffolk village, but at the same time it is distinctively not. For me it starts with names, the names that keep coming back and back, names that… Continue reading Metfield – Tales from a Suffolk Village
Road trip North with Louise and then Barry (April 2016)
It was a spontaneous decision begun from a remnant of Bob. ‘Go on a road trip with Louise’ he’d said ‘You’re both unusual and glorious people. You’d get on’ . I hear his words, now that he is gone. We’d collided together, Louise and I, after Toby died a few days after Bob, and begun… Continue reading Road trip North with Louise and then Barry (April 2016)
Pat Raine’s funeral (April 2016)
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
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