I’ve been dreading writing about the funeral, but I think it deserves a post of its own. It was a very intense, beautiful day, although probably the hardest of my life. I don’t particularly like recalling it, but perhaps in future I will want to. A number of people have also asked me to share … Continue reading Funeral
The four weeks between Fiddian dying and me leaving Cornwall to visit Venice with his children were easily the strangest weeks of my life. Bossiney Court was really put through its paces in that time – guest house, wake/celebration venue, community bonfire events, retreat. So many times I stopped to marvel at the difference in … Continue reading Mourning
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