I have known Liz for 48 years! She is British, now living in Norway, I am Murican- obviously- we met in Kent outside of Marden, Great Sheephurst farm, where ,she in a bus, me in a hop hut, lived and worked picking apples, cherries, hops. There were two dogs, a tiny black kitten, several chickens, two babies, and some interesting men folk. Washing clothes in a huge tub over on open fire, making and eating hashish custard at the end of the day. No electricity, a bog at the bottom of the field, traveling to Tonbridge for a once a fortnight bath.
We have kept in touch in various ways, used to make tapes to send across the pond,. I recorded the waves on the beach, playing my clarinet, reading a poem, chatting while ironing- She sent the same with added children , and a guinea pig squeaking and chomping carrots. Many letters, pages long, complete with annotation and art illustrations. The amount of life lived in those 48 years is the stuff of unbelievable adventure, sorrow, challenges, children, dead children, travel, but always, art!
Glad to say that Lizzy is , as always, creatively, delightfully nutty, as you can see. What a grand surprise this morning. Carry on!
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