You’ll recall me telling you about Steve and Rachel, who were married about a month ago. They had planned to have the wedding and little Sam’s baptism all on the same occasion, but Rachel was too ill for that, so we had the wedding one day and the baptism the next. Rachel came in a wheelchair, but looked wonderful in her wedding dress, and they were both such happy – although bitter-sweet – occasions.
The sad news is that Rachel died in the early hours of Tuesday morning, aged thirty-three. Little Sam is just a year old. The funeral won’t be until 25th November, because Rachel has chosen to be cremated and the crematorium is always busy. We’re having the service in church, then it’s a half hour drive to the crematorium, but that may be just me, or some of the family may wish to come.
Can I ask your thoughts and prayers, please, for Steve and Sam, and Steve and Rachel’s families?
From the sublime to the ridiculous. Cornwall last week was warm(ish) and sunny(ish) – nice enough to be out of doors, anyway. Here is a picture from The Lizard, the most southerly point in England:
By contrast, the last couple of days have been wet, wild and windy. Played golf yesterday (lost abysmally) but got home before the rain started – just. Ed played golf today, got wet, lost abysmally, came home early. Still, at least we both managed to get out.
Finished the famous tea cosy, and here it is, complete with drunken pompom (couldn’t get it to sew on very convincingly!)
We’re back from our week in Cornwall, where, surprise, surprise, the weather was warm and sunny – on the whole. On the day we visited the seal sanctuary, we had lunch al fresco and one guy was sat there in short sleeves. We all had thick sweaters, but nonetheless, we were outside.
The seal sanctuary was brilliant. We arrived at feeding time for the otters, so were there for a talk on them and watching them being fed. Also saw feeding time in the convalescent pool – seals are rescued from all round the coast, usually start in the seal hospital, then are gradually transferred through gentle stages until they are well enough for the convalescent pool. After that it’s back to the sea. Bought our little granddaughter a cute furry handbag in the shape of a baby seal.
We had a great time with our friends, and are going to Portugal with them next March. Lots of fun and laughter, good food and good wine, and I’m trying not to stand on the scales just yet.
