Agnes Miller Parker

Jackie drove me to and from New Milton for me to lunch with Norman at Tas, in The Cut, EC1. In the rather neglected station garden a Leycesteria is blooming rather early. Note the dumped supermarket trolley visible beyond the stems. From Waterloo Station I approached The Cut, as congested as ever, via Lower Marsh withContinue reading “Agnes Miller Parker”

Social History From The Loft

Ian, whom Becky had collected to join us yesterday, drove off early this morning to bring his father Peter and stepmother Ally to join the party in time for lunch. Knowing full well that I would want it, Becky asked me yesterday whether I knew anyone who would like:that had been among the many itemsContinue reading “Social History From The Loft”

Becky’s Book

The sun, peering across shrubbery on our lawn through the trunks of naked trees, rose into a clear pale slate-blue sky, ready to dry the dew this morning. Sometime in 1973 I began to make a book for Becky, then my youngest daughter. It was planned for her fourth birthday the following year. I used water-colour pencilsContinue reading “Becky’s Book”