Journal. Letter to David and Moira

Dear Moira and David,

I got an email from John Irving 2 days ago and read with dismay your sad news. I’ve spent the last 24 hours trying to think of what to write in commiseration.

Some people have a way with words and can just pen the right words and phrases for the circumstances. All I can say is Pat and I feel so sad for you both and your family. The shock of it all must have been dreadful for all of you.

We only met Diane on our visit and what I remember of her; I imagine she will be a tower of strength to you.

Most early mornings before breakfast I drive a short way down to the lake lying below us and walk the perimeter track. It takes just over 40 minutes round. I received John’s email just before I departed for my walk. I enjoy the walk, the sun breaking through over the hills, the wildlife and the scenery. That morning I saw little, my thoughts were with you most of the way interrupted only by the odd morning walker.

It is again nearing 7 am as I pen this, I am again going for my walk and again my mind will be with you.


Summer Holiday.

I am progressing slowly. I didn’t get it started until early February; I was a little over optimistic. Together with a big computer crash… my first… that took some sorting out. However, I am now into the 2nd second year, 1947. I will shortly send this 2nd draft to my youngest son, Anthony for checking. He has an eagle eye for spelling and grammar errors. I haven’t troubled him yet, he has recently move house and still in the throws of renovation.

I have had to alter little to date, just the odd fact correction here and there. Plus a little extra note to the Lowther’s.

Our love to you both and your family.
Eric