The last post

from the Meadows, anyway.

The sale has gone through. The house is no longer ours. The men are packing us up ready to move us on out. The buyers have been round and brought us some wine gums for the journey, with strict instructions not to overindulge while driving. All is proceeding finely.

On a different note - one of our grand old men left us last night. He had been unwell for a long time with various problems. He retired as an elder some years ago, or at least he retired from officers' meetings. I saw him on Wednesday and we all knew he was on the way home. He was really foundational in the work here. Always helpful. Always supportive. Always appreciative. Always a worker. His eyes would twinkle at God's grace. He's beaming now.

We can't delay our crossing. The kids have to get to that school. But we hope that Peter Milsom may be able to come up for the funeral service and, of course, Martin is on hand to be in charge.

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