Donald and I paid a visit to Jack and Barbara this afternoon. It's been a long time since we saw them because Jack had had a very nasty fall and was bed ridden for months. 
At one point Jack wanted us to visit what he calls his Gallery, in fact it's his bedroom filled with all things precious to him. In the very early years of Garvald Donald had been the Baker, the woodworker and the Potter. This is a bird that Donald had worked from a block of wood with one of the Members. They would sand the block to form very organic ducks or birds, there was a beautiful bull made I remember. 
Anyway, Jack hobbled on his stick, Donald followed hobbling on his stick and Barbara and I followed each one through to the 'Gallery' ready to catch these men should they fall, a slightly comical picture if it wasn't so sad.