Gate Post

When Tess got back from Keep Fat this morning we went for a walk round our regular route, where this ivy on an old field gate caught my eye.

This afternoon we attended the funeral of an old friend and colleague who was Head of English in the department I taught in when we first moved to Somerset.

He was a much loved and respected teacher who would come up with interesting and entertaining lessons off the cuff as the fancy took him and according to the mood of his classes. Nobody he taught ever forgot him and, as was said at the service today, he could never walk for more than 5 minutes in the local area without an ex-pupil stopping to chat to him

I was fortunate to learn a lot about teaching and running a successful department in the time I worked with him.

We went straight from the funeral to pick up Sophie who is having a sleepover while Kate is out with friends.