Ringinglow, High Storrs, Oakbrooke... all the numinous names as we drive through the city to my sister's - all overlaid with layers and layers of memories. And today (Friday) we drove over The Snake Pass, via Glossop, to visit the tribe of Bea - or three of them at any rate. More and more memories... what will it be like if we have lived for a thousand years?
It is damp and misty - a lot of mist on the high moor tops. Tomorrow Lilac Tree Farm - all of them - are coming for lunch, plus the Derby mob, and Janet who I haven't seen for some years.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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