A letter to… little ideas

I had little idea, as I sat contemplating you on the small jet from Madrid to Biarritz, of the eternal influence you’d leave on me. Today, and every day since disbanding in Santiago, I have thought reverently of you. I’ve shed countless tears reviewing certain memories and burst into laughter at others, namely the numerous […]

A letter to… Amy

Dear Amy, I really didn’t want to retire.  I loved being a teacher because it kept me feeling young when I was surrounded by teenagers all day.  I didn’t have time to think about getting older, and I carried on teaching until I was 69, just after you died.  Your funeral was amazing, the chapel […]