A week since the funeral; a lovely sunny day but rather mundane: working at home, guinea pigs in the pen, taking Alice to a sleepover. So just some photos of Juliet for today’s post. Oh – the photo of Juliet’s tree got published in the local village magazine, in black & white, not a great scan here but a simple memorial. Rubbish font mind you. My original colour photo is here.
Here’s a photo from Karen L, her former colleague at J’s first school in Yeovil, so that would date this to 1985 or 1986.
Karen writes: “I believe Juliet has the funny expression because some child had just hit her with a snowball!” I look at the photo and shiver, not because of the snow but because I can hear J’s tone in shouting at some unfortunate child (which was exceptionally rare).
The photo below is in warmer times, same school. I remember that dress. Those children will be in their early 30’s now.
Change of scene and continent now, here’s J learning to throw a boomerang on Dunk Island in Australia.
One more, as I have to run in a race tomorrow (have prepared by drinking red wine and eating crisps). This is J and me in Sydney, in front of one of the many, many fountains in that city. We should smile more shouldn’t we? Not just for that photo, but generally.