A Continuation of Reflections

Hi Helen, Well 30 years is such a long time for all of us.  I was 15 I guess, although when i look at the photos I look so much younger than that.  I look at myself then and I seem to be such a little boy, not sure of what is really going on but enjoying it none the less. I remember buses, umbrellas, chips, ferries, buskers and lots of love.  I remember big imperial buildings and big empowering emotions.  It was a good time in my memory. There are associations that I still try and define with dad and in later years with you and him together.  I can't quite put my finger on what I really remember or feel so I will try just putting down words and memories:  the oily crispy pizza in the Everyman restaurant years ago before they renovated it, the Chekov room before I knew who Chekov was, the Edinburgh festival when it was an idea of an apartment with artistic people and wine nothing more, the farm with cherry trees and haystacks, errant cows and fields of co...

Hi Helen, Well 30 years is such a long time for all of us.  I was 15 I guess, although when i look at the photos I look so much younger than that.  I look at myself then and I seem to be such a little boy, not sure of what is really going on but enjoying it none the less. I remember buses, umbrellas, chips, ferries, buskers and lots of love.  I remember big imperial buildings and big empowering emotions.  It was a good time in my memory. There are associations that I still try and define with dad and in later years with you and him together.  I can't quite put my finger on what I really remember or feel so I will try just putting down words and memories:  the oily crispy pizza in the Everyman restaurant years ago before they renovated it, the Chekov room before I knew who Chekov was, the Edinburgh festival when it was an idea of an apartment with artistic people and wine nothing more, the farm with cherry trees and haystacks, errant cows and fields of corn,...