Inescapably thinking so much about Freddie in these strange days.
At the time this photo was taken I’m sure it didn’t seem very important to see Freddie’s fingers dancing on my own home-made guitar. Now it summons up waves of affection and great memories. He is so missed.
Tomorrow while I’m speaking passionately to Welsh farmers about cows and badgers and bovine TB, Freddie’s most intimate personal effects, and writings that were part of what we shared for so many years, will go under the hammer, to be knocked down to the highest bidder and dispersed forever.
I can’t look.
To us, his closest friends and family, it’s too sad.
Thanks Joyce Moore for finding the pic. I don’t know the credit.
Bri