My close, close Buddy, Paul Mansfield, whom I have known and loved for something like thirty (not unbroken) years, died peacefully yesterday afternoon in the Martlets hospice. I shall, like so many other people, especially his wife, Judy, miss Him and his Wit and his Humanity and his Stories, and his Irascibility, tremendously.
But life goes on....as these quiet photos, taken today in my garden, give testament. I have deliberately chosen not to include a picture of my son Michael. Today is not his day....it's for Paul.
