08.17
DGM HQ.
A grey morning.
12.12 It seems that not only women have difficulty with The Beast That Is Crim, but also Wonder Dogs…
Mr. Stormy is made of sterner stuff than this…
… and persists with the KC Archive.
Very important Kitchen Meeting with David...
… addressing UMG, global unsustainability of current Western industrial growth models, a 200 year time-period of adjustment, and madness.
An important call from Declan Panegyric.
Now loading the car…
… and off to celebrate the life of Betty Wyatt.
20.34 To St. Michael & All Saints’ Church in Colehill, two miles North of Wimborne, and where Betty was married I…
II...
Betty was 91, Mother of Suzie and Barbara Wyatt, two of the Fripp kids’ bestest and continuing Wimborne pals from age eleven. Betty was one the reliable figures in my personal and family life, very close to both her daughters. Betty has been living with Suzie, opposite Wimborne Minster, for a few years now, and since she became a little too unsteady for living on her own, near the centre of the town.
There is no tragedy in a life well lived, but there is loss.
Arriving in the pouring rain as Alan Cosgrove, another long-term Wimborne pal of us all, was also arriving. We went in and sat together during the moving and uplifting service.
Afterwards, family and friends met at The Olive Branch (known to us as The Dormers from its earlier incarnation). Leaving with Alan…
… and through the being-pedestrianised Wimborne Square…
… leaving for home. Driving via Wilton, how could I not pop in to see Mr. Romain at Romain’s Emporium Of Ageing Wonders And Elderly Artefacts? I…
II...
Mr. Romain was in good shape and always happy to do a deal, or two.
Arriving in Bredonborough c. 19.22 and to a Minxwalk around the town I…
II...
III...
To gentle.
DGM HQ.
A grey morning.
12.12 It seems that not only women have difficulty with The Beast That Is Crim, but also Wonder Dogs…
Mr. Stormy is made of sterner stuff than this…
… and persists with the KC Archive.
Very important Kitchen Meeting with David...
… addressing UMG, global unsustainability of current Western industrial growth models, a 200 year time-period of adjustment, and madness.
An important call from Declan Panegyric.
Now loading the car…
… and off to celebrate the life of Betty Wyatt.
20.34 To St. Michael & All Saints’ Church in Colehill, two miles North of Wimborne, and where Betty was married I…
II...
Betty was 91, Mother of Suzie and Barbara Wyatt, two of the Fripp kids’ bestest and continuing Wimborne pals from age eleven. Betty was one the reliable figures in my personal and family life, very close to both her daughters. Betty has been living with Suzie, opposite Wimborne Minster, for a few years now, and since she became a little too unsteady for living on her own, near the centre of the town.
There is no tragedy in a life well lived, but there is loss.
Arriving in the pouring rain as Alan Cosgrove, another long-term Wimborne pal of us all, was also arriving. We went in and sat together during the moving and uplifting service.
Afterwards, family and friends met at The Olive Branch (known to us as The Dormers from its earlier incarnation). Leaving with Alan…
… and through the being-pedestrianised Wimborne Square…
… leaving for home. Driving via Wilton, how could I not pop in to see Mr. Romain at Romain’s Emporium Of Ageing Wonders And Elderly Artefacts? I…
II...
Mr. Romain was in good shape and always happy to do a deal, or two.
Arriving in Bredonborough c. 19.22 and to a Minxwalk around the town I…
II...
III...
To gentle.
