Remembering Christine

On a beautiful summer's day I followed the route of my memorial walk for Christine nearly a year ago. Not that I need a ritual walk to remind me of her: she's alive in all sorts of ways as I go about my normal landscapes, some of which, on the NSW south coast, I almost shared with her.

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “Remembering Christine

  1. Ahh Meg she was very much beside me last Saturday, smiling over my shoulder. I went to Coleton Fishacre for the first time since we went together last year, a year ago this very weekend in fact. Going back to Scorhill will take a lot more courage but maybe one day.

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