1st December 2018
Wow Bath was busier than I have ever seen it before. I had forgotten that the Christmas market was in town sucking in everyone from around the UK. Innocently I had arranged a coffee meeting with my old classmates from the Bath Art School (63 to 68) not realising the mass of bodies in the city. It was like swimming against the tide and it made me feel uncomfortable. Of course trying to find a table at the Boston Tea Party was also impossible, but eventually I was joined by three others, so we had a great reunion.
It is so refreshing that we slotted in so easily, the number of our class is slowly increasing, and if there were any of the teachers still alive we could pick up where we left off and carry on our education.
Afterwards I drove down to Barrington for what will be my last night under Nicola and Colin’s roof.
It was with a little sadness, I’d driven the same route so many times that it became automatic. The warmth that I received when I arrived could only come from family. Without their support I couldn’t have coped with everything, but they, and my son Ryan and his wife Louise got me through this, and I’m glad I did it.
Another Lifetime to go 