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Coup de Cœur – Part Nine: And don’t be afraid of the dark

An occasional series chronicling the tale of the restoration of a former medieval watch-tower in southern France …..

It is Monday and the observant among you will note that I have missed two Monday’s in my quest to populate each start of the week day with posts about Marcolès.  The gloaters will be congratulating themselves that I had entirely misjudged the calendar.  In my world there are no excuses but I do allow reasons.  Simply put, the first of the missed Mondays was Christmas Day and, to be entirely frank, I rather thought that you might be otherwise occupied in your own  frenzy of something or other.  It happens I was engaged with my own Christmas thing and if you behave reasonably decorously, I might even share the detail.  I fully intended, however, to start the year with a zip bang boom and publish Part Nine on New Year’s Day.  Things, however, reasons indeed can occur with quite breathtaking force and this year, last year as it is now, that is exactly what happened.

My friend John let me know.   Our mutual friend, who some of you will have known as ‘Pan’ was  found dead on 30th December where she had been lying for two full days with her faithful dog Stewie next to her in a motel room in Maine.  I broke down in selfish, desperate, angry tears.  I cannot do better than John’s tribute to her, nor the words later written by my friend Embeecee so I am not going to write a tribute to one of the smartest, sweetest, kindest, most genuine, faithful, loyal friends I will ever have. I was humbled by her lifestyle.  She drove a huge truck  wherein her company had modified the tractor so that she had a tiny weeny kitchen in which she created real food and she lived, when not in the cab of her lorry off-grid in the farthest reaches of Maine and was building what she dubbed her ‘She Shed’ with her own bare hands.  She was nothing short of inspirational and should have been a mascot for the millennial trendies who, rightly tout all sorts of ways that we can improve the impact we have on this increasingly throttled and tattered planet of ours.  The fact that her footprint or at least her tyre-tracks were mighty was a result of delivering all the stuff that those same entitled, possibly deluded but at least affecting responsible folks needed, wanted, in all weathers, in all conditions and mostly not  kind, spoke volumes to me of whom she was.  We can and should have feminist icons but the real heroines are just quietly getting on with what is needed and topping it off with a smile.  That was Linda.   So I will not write a tribute, no.  Instead I dedicate not just this episode but every single one in the series past and future to the memory of a woman gone wholly too soon, who had no idea just how rare a mind she was, who was generous to beyond a  fault, who was modest and self-depracating who was wise and who gently councelled me as the big sister I never had.  Ridiculously and genuinely modest, she was far more concerned with the welfare of those she cared for than for herself.  We met over a blackberry cream scone that she had invented.  Blackberry will always be my go-to taste of all that is good in humankind hereafter.   She had set herself to help with another project I have upcoming.  Her reason for offering was so that my husband and I would have more time together.  Selfless?  She defined it.  We fully intended to surpise her with a visit to Marcolès when it is finished.  Her life finished too soon … sometimes I get pretty damned fed up and find it ridiculously difficult if not impossible to find the purpose in the way things are.

One of the last comments she left on this series (Part Seven actually) contained the words ‘you know your photos are art, right?’  They actually aren’t – I come from the little lauded myopic point and shoot school of photography.  But.  She had an idea that I could produce a book of my pictures and words which the  tourist industry of Cantal could use to promote the area.  There she was again – always thinking of the other person, people, never considering herself.  So I think that a walk round the village and it’s surrounds is the best homage I could pay to her memory.

Here is Linda’s  Marcolèsian walk crafted with great love and an aching heart.  There are no pictures of our house and there is no commentary – you can make it up yourself as she would have, rather let’s just stroll the place that she would have seen when she graced Marcolès with her extraordinarily unassuming presence.

PS – because there is always a PS and Linda would be disappinted if I omitted it …. the title is from a song.  A song that was written by Rodgers and Hammerstein for their œuvre ‘Carousel’.  But the relevance is that Gerry and The Pacemakers recorded ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ in the early sixties.  Gerry and his P’s were from Liverpool, the song became the anthem of Liverpool through thick and thin – it is sung jubilantly at football matches and desperately in times of strife.  HB² (my husband) is Scouse (from Liverpool) and Linda, a woman who researched and upturned every fact that she could about just about anything, was delighted that he came from the land of the Merseybeat.  She got to know what he does for a living through our friendship and her own independent research and was questioning of articles she found in the press as a result.  That was the way she was.  Intelligent and inquiring, she instinctively researched and in fact held  many theories that my husband adheres to.  She would tell you she was not particularly bright.  I would argue she was among the most brilliant stars that have graced my galaxy.  And that of my fêted husband. And, here’s the thing, he agrees.  This song, written to illustrate the moment of moving on from this earth to another place seems highly appropriate.  Walk on, Linda, walk on, with hope in  your heart – I know I will never walk alone because you were, and are my friend, my true true friend.

The featured image for this post, was her favourite of all I ever posted about this place that would have adored her and I wish she was here to make it so.

You’ll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

Oscar Hammerstein/Richard Rodgers

157 Comments Post a comment
  1. May her memory be eternal.

    January 8, 2018
    • It is to those of us left to ensure that. And I know that John Ray and I will do just that – I hope others will too. thank you for your kindness.

      January 8, 2018
  2. Fantastic, and what a tribute!! Those photographs have me quite excited about venturing into France in a few more days.

    January 8, 2018
    • Marcolès is in the South West so should you be in that vicinity you should find equal excitement … if you aren’t then there will be different excitement. She was a star who had no idea she was x

      January 8, 2018
  3. Ali #

    What beautiful images. What a beautiful tribute…..
    Ali

    January 8, 2018
    • She was a beautiful human

      January 8, 2018
  4. Jenny Adams #

    I am truly sorry that you have lost such a dear friend. Love and hugs xxx

    January 8, 2018
    • It’s a curious thing … prejudice dictates that a friend made virtually is not real. But – pen pals, 84 Charing Cross Road … we have always made connections without being face to face. Linda and I wrote independently, spoke on the phone, missed our chance last year on account of me breaking my leg, carried on as though it didn’t matter because it didn’t and knew we would spend loads of time together working on our houses. She was a good soul. She was a believer. I find that hard. Xx

      January 8, 2018
  5. jdraymaine #

    As I sit here in my tiny house I feel the wound anew, the loss so great on my soul as to bring me down. But I know the greatest tribute to someone I held in the highest esteem will be to continue down the path she encouraged me to follow, never waver in our shared pursuit of a better life. Through it all I will carry her picture and the lessons she taught me and all who knew her. When I took the final steps today and completed my new website I could almost see her smile and feel her calling me to talk about it. I know she would have loved to be a guest writer as I was going to suggest, and I welcome anything from you as well. Stay strong my dear friend, and we will rejoice in her memory this summer on the dock here in Winterport Maine, the state she called home.

    January 8, 2018
    • Maine was her home. Maine carries her spirit. I know how bowed you feel. Your new website is beautiful, by the way. Really beautiful. I am British, I only enter when invited – painful but true so you need to direct on that. We will honor her memory for as long as we draw breath and you might find the you are the one walking the medieval streets of Marcolès in her stead. feeling what she should have felt.

      January 8, 2018
      • jdraymaine #

        I will indeed come to visit and bring pictures of Linda that her sister is sending me. Even one in a dress! (She would be so mad if she knew i got that one!)

        January 8, 2018
      • Nooooo!!! In a dress! Ha …. she’ll be cursing on high! First we’ll meet in Maine many many times and then you can take me in the cab of that blasted truck I’ve been lusting after for so long to who knows where with hubbies blessing and then a little further distant you WILL come to France and see what she obsessed over (honestly … I was reading her emails back today – she was SO smitten so you have to come and when you are captive you are being taken all over this country as big as Texas to see things you want to see including Paris, of course Paris) X

        January 8, 2018
      • jdraymaine #

        Ah, Paris in springtime. My heart sings with the thought if croissants and black coffee at a cafe in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.

        January 8, 2018
      • I’ll show you the Latin Quarter where you can still see le Tour Eiffel but the prices aren’t quite so ghastly … and when we get to Cantal I can show you le pont Garabit built by Eiffel and the pride of the poor and ignored of the department. So much to show you … how much time do you have. We have to do Normandy and the landing beaches, Dunkirk, Marseilles – heavens you need weeks if not months – lucky we have a house that will be perfectly perfect by then to welcome real friends … you are number one, by the way

        January 8, 2018
      • jdraymaine #

        When my boat is done I will have all the time in the world!

        January 8, 2018
      • And we will make sure that the time you have is used beautifully

        January 8, 2018
  6. How terribly sad. I think she would have loved her Marcolès walk. Your photo tribute is a wonderful homage to her memory.

    January 8, 2018
    • Nessa some things just fell you. This did, has. But she would want us to smile and carry one. That’s the awful thing … she was the most extraordinarily positive of people. So I must be in her memory. Thank you for you kindness

      January 8, 2018
  7. Osyth, as incredible as this sounds, your post made me smile….. You just posted the most incredibly beautiful and touching testimonial to your good friend! It made me also think fondly of a somewhat vaguely similar ‘story’ HH and I experienced while we lived in the UK. We were asked to enforce a group of singers on a prolonged weekend trip to Normandy, and not only for our voices. We were the only couple who spoke French and the F-counterpart of the friendship-operation didn’t have enough hosts with some rudimentary English knowledge. And thus we went on that bus tour, had a glorious time, did a lot of singing AND met this incredible, amazing, warm-hearted couple and their uncle who was a retired local priest.
    When we were all (some 50) picked up (and ‘distributed’) from the village center where we were all fed, watered, spoken to and gave already a few samples of how ‘the English sing’, we were literally the last 2 ppl being given a ‘weekend home’. So we came to those kind people. The husband was a lorry driver for a frozen-product-supplier, he worked all hours but took the long weekend off to be of assistance to his wife (and uncle)…. His good wife was a home-maker and carer for husband and the ‘priest’ and the stories we heard over that weekend, the ‘on-the-road’ experiences, the sorrows and blessings of said uncle’s life as a village ‘soul sheppherd’, the incredible amounts of food and even greater amounts of wine, drinks, liquors and ‘extras’ – the bottomless kindness and simple goodness of these three people will forever stay with us and seem to be in the same ligue as your beloved ‘Pan’ – in our hearts and minds engraved, living and lifting us up when we think of them. We stayed in contact with them and maybe 4-5yrs later the husband died – probably of too much hard work…..
    THESE are the people who make US to be ‘good’ people. Not flawless, not perfect, just ‘good’, good for others, good for ourselves, by trying to give something back of all the good WE experienced over the walks of our lives.
    I don’t know if I told you already – re photos to give to your village’s mairie – I did exactly that for my former ‘home’ (my all-time paradise place in Switzerland), and whether they really used those photos or not is immaterial for me; it gave me a tremendous joy of maybe leading more people to see the many small and often hidden beauty-spots of that tiny ‘village de vignerons’ at the shores of Lac Léman….. DO IT – and let the ppl decide if they want to use them, or how, or not….
    Thank you for this deeply moving and beautiful post – it will give your grief a warm plaid to cover it (not cover up but warmly wrap your sadness). I’m with you in thoughts.

    January 8, 2018
    • My plaid is the love of others, my grief will settle as she finds her place in my heart. True friends are rare, the trick is to not think I can replace her . I loved your story. Thank you

      January 8, 2018
  8. Jane King #

    What a delightful meaning tribute to your friend xxx I too come from Scouse land x where did hb2 grow up?

    January 8, 2018
    • He was born on a street off Regent Road and they moved to Crosby when he was about three. He went to Waterloo Grammar. Most of his family are still there – in Waterloo and Crosby and Bootle but some even over the water 😉 My daughter lives in Toxteth …. she’s really proud of her stepdad who is really the only dad she’s ever known and seems rooted in Liverpool for now. She did her Fine Arts degree at John Moores and is now working for a bank whilst she decides on whether to go and do a higher degree. I have such a love for Liverpool and Liverpudlians. Actually my grandmother hailed from near Heswall so there is family all around. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece. She deserves every word. x

      January 9, 2018
  9. Dear Osyth – what a beautiful friendship you and Linda shared. Thank you for posting your tribute to her and for taking us on her walk.

    January 8, 2018
    • I hope her spirit will walk the walk so many times … she was fascinated and captivated with Marcolès like no other. Thank you Sharon, thank you for taking the time to express thoughts. I really and wholly appreciate it.

      January 8, 2018
  10. Achingly heartfelt and really moving.

    I am done with dross in this New Year and will look forward as we all must.

    Your friend did. None of us know the place or the time this earthly thread will be cut.
    Let’s live as we mean to x

    January 8, 2018
    • She was (I hate saying was not is) one of the most honest people I have EVER encountered. Her passing has made me revise what is good in this blogging sphere. I don’t want any falseness and I will revise accordingly. I know that will make her smile 😉

      January 8, 2018
      • That will be an honourable legacy.
        There are many out there in blogland who merit friendship and contact. Today, I am focussing on what is good, not bad, in this world

        January 8, 2018
      • That is entirely the best way. Focus on the good, ignore the bad. I am trying to do the same and I know that is the council Linda would give ….

        January 8, 2018
  11. Lovely tribute to a remarkable woman. And she’s right, your pics could grace the tourist office publicity. You’ll never walk alone is a great song and I had no idea it was from the people who brought us the Sound of Music. Thanks for this.

    January 8, 2018
    • Oh, the original from Carousel is very very sad …if you watch the whole movie I guarantee you will be in bits. But G and the Ps made it their own and my HB2 marches to that tune. And she liked that. She was remarkable, thank you for saying that … an unsung hero with so much more I could have said but she would beat me and tell me to shut up!!!

      January 8, 2018
      • I saw carousel on the TV when I was a kid and remember My Boy Bill but that’s all, and that it was very sad. You made us a wonderful collage with this post.

        January 8, 2018
      • I just threw what I knew she would have cooed at into the post and hoped for the best – this is my art. Carousel is horribly tragic but I remember seeing it for the first time and Billy Bigelow walked into the sky which was lit like a sort of tasteful Blackpool … that’s not entirely accurate as it turns out having researched it today but the sentiment is correct 😉

        January 8, 2018
      • Blackpool just about sums up that fête foraine atmosphere.

        January 8, 2018
  12. I’m so sorry to hear about your friend. What a terrible New Year for you. Your tribute is beautiful. Take care dear Osyth. Xx

    January 8, 2018
    • Not easy but you know … so many have it worse. She knows I would say that. I am graced to have known her and to know she called me a friend (she had 2 possibly 3 that held that accolade) … I must live now in the sure knowledge that her memory must be respected and nurtured. That is surely the essence of living a good life. Xx

      January 8, 2018
      • You are right. However hard grieving is we must remember the person for all the wonderful things they brought to our life. I wish you well Osyth. Xx

        January 8, 2018
      • Thank you … that is exactly it xx

        January 8, 2018
  13. Friend – I’m so sorry for you loss. The pictures are art – she was right.

    January 8, 2018
    • Near blind art is the truth but thank you. She is a real loss – one of those you know will niggle for life and rightly so.

      January 8, 2018
  14. Its true you can make great friends with someone whom you may never meet – it is the depth of the communication and how heartfelt and truthful you are to each other that matters. A worthy tribute full of honesty.

    January 8, 2018
    • 84 Charing Cross Road … i rest my case

      January 8, 2018
  15. This was beautiful, Osyth. I didn’t know her, but you made me desperately wish I had.

    January 8, 2018
    • Then my work here is done …. she was a modest introvert and had know idea of her worth. If I persuade one person of note that she was worthy then I am happy. Thank you for being that very notable person

      January 8, 2018
  16. Arby #

    A beautiful person, and a wonderful tribute.

    January 8, 2018
    • She was and thank you, Arby

      January 8, 2018
  17. munchkinontheroad #

    ❤️ to You, John, Cynthia and All who brought her love and joy in these last few years of her life. The happiest Linda had ever been was with the wonderful friends she made after moving to her, as she called it, her “She Shed” in Maine. Affectionately, Donna

    January 8, 2018
    • Go softly, Donna … you are constantly in my thoughts. If I made a tiny difference to her then I can only be glad because she made a huge difference to me x

      January 9, 2018
  18. I enjoyed the stroll with you, Linda, and Stewie. May she find her perfect place off the grid, and may Stewie catch her up in due course.

    January 8, 2018
    • She would have loved that comment, Peter – thank you x

      January 9, 2018
  19. Beautiful words and lovely pix.

    I was surprised by how well Gerry did with YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE because I’ve always felt that Roy Hamilton set the standard for singing this song. If you’re not familiar with it, I hope you don’t mind my taking the liberty of offering it here for your listening pleasure:

    [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQze9nTh-qo&w=560&h=315%5D

    January 8, 2018
    • Thank you so much … I didn’t even know Roy Hamilton let alone this version … what an achingly beautiful voice. Gerry and the Pacemakers were in the right place at the right time, I think. The significance of their version for me is that place and the people. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece. I couldn’t let her passing pass without notice.

      January 9, 2018
  20. I hadn’t heard about Pan – I hadn’t visited her blog in a great while, but I always enjoyed my visits there. She really would have loved visiting you and seeing your beautiful corner of the world.

    January 8, 2018
    • She was such an unassuming soul that she was bound to go with no fanfare. Our little corner will carry on, as we all will – remembering to seize each day is the most important part of honouring anyone lost.

      January 9, 2018
      • Yes, it is. Such a difficult year for losing people I’ve come to be friends with, but I know all of them would have wanted us to live our lives to the fullest.

        January 9, 2018
      • Exactement…. that is the way to honor those who have passed, by living and getting value out of life x

        January 9, 2018
  21. Beautiful tribute, and a very tough time for everyone who knew her….

    January 8, 2018
    • The end of life is often tough for those left behind. Thank you for your kindness, John.

      January 9, 2018
  22. Your friend was right – your photos are beyond lovely and in light of her passing some are particularly touching. It looks like you captured all 4 seasons, too. Such a fitting tribute for a life that meant so much to you and her friends. Take care, Osyth.

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Susanne. We all need to go softly through our days. I’m glad you enjoyed the gallery …. it does speak of her to me.

      January 9, 2018
  23. How I wish I would have known dear Linda – though now I feel I did – after reading all the links and your beautiful words. You, dear Fiona, have such a big, big heart, and I adore and love you for it. Those of us who are this way do get desperately hurt because we love so greatly. But the hurt is still so worth it in the end. We grieve so desperately because we loved so deeply. Linda sounded like she was a real-life heroin indeed. One to learn from. I will take what you taught me of her to heart and hope to be a teensy bit better for it. Thank you Fiona – for sharing – for loving – for being You! Hugs from Mars – until I can do so in person. <3

    January 9, 2018
    • You’d have loved her, Jodi and she’d have loved you. It is true that those with the biggest hearts hurt acutely but I wouldn’t change it. And you don’t need to change a thing about you …. you are such a good and kind and generous spirit. And I am so glad, so grateful that our paths have crossed. I’ll take that hug and I send one back to you. Thank you. Thank you for being you. xx

      January 9, 2018
      • Thank you for the hug 🙂 <3

        January 9, 2018
      • Never too many hugs. Never ever 🤗

        January 9, 2018
      • agree!!!

        January 9, 2018
  24. I remember her comments on your blog…..a down to earth lady whom it would have been a privilege to have met.
    I know that you do not blow your own trumpet…but thanks to your networking her beloved Stewie has a foster home. The best tribute you could pay.

    January 9, 2018
    • You can if you will … it’s that simple. You’d have liked her immensely, Helen … not an ounce of pretension. Come to think of it, she have liked you just the same.

      January 9, 2018
  25. munchkinontheroad #

    Thank Goodness😘

    January 9, 2018
  26. This is a doozie of a non-tribute. The photos are wonderful and it’s especially perfect that you covered all the seasons so that Pan can see Marcolès in all its guises.

    Of course, you know she’s here among us. People with a presence like hers are never gone. They dwell forever in our hearts, our consciousness, our behaviours, our words, the very fabric of our lives. Linda may not speak to you aloud now, but she’s there listening, watching and supporting.

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Peggy. She’d love you, no doubt at all. I wanted her to see more of the place …. like everything we love, it looks perfect whatever the weather. And thank you especially for that second paragraph, it’s beautiful and particularly so because I know it’s true. x

      January 9, 2018
    • I’m glad we both know that second paragraph is true. Part of me feels cheated that I never knew Linda better, and part of me is just glad to know she walks beside us. My heart goes out to John, and I hope he knows that we walk beside him too.

      January 9, 2018
      • Death cheats us and we can’t cheat it …. I think that’s the size of it. John does know that he is held safe in some really special hearts. Which makes me feel far better because he is a very special chap. Thank you Peggy. Can I just say that? Thank you. For being you

        January 9, 2018
    • Of course you can say that. Thank yous work both ways, and you know I’m sending one your way. This makes me think of all the people I have lost too soon. I think I might need to write about more of them too, so they know they are welcome on our walks.

      January 9, 2018
      • When my father died, my mother, out of misplaced protectiveness, refused to let my brothers and I (and actually if you knew my brothers, it would have been me – no criticism implied, it’s just I’m the writer and speaker amongst us) write or speak at his funeral. It made me very sensitive to the real need to connect through words with those that have passed. My dad walks everywhere with me, of course he does and so do all the others who have gone since who have touched me in some way. I think you should write about those that are gone from sight … they will hear your words and it will remind them to walk alongside you wherever you are

        January 9, 2018
    • But I know they are already there anyway.

      January 9, 2018
  27. It is stunning and staggering to lose a friend, especially unexpectedly. Wishing you strength.
    And listen to Linda–your photos and stories would make a lovely book.

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you …. I know you are familiar with loss. Your wish for strength is well received. And thank you for telling me to listen to Linda. I will. Promise.

      January 9, 2018
  28. I am so very sorry to hear your news. It would be impertinent (and irrelevant) of me to send you anything but my warmest wishes to comfort you, everything else seems a bit like a bromide at times like this. You hold her in your heart… that is all that is needed. xxx

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you so much. The appropriate and understanding nature of your comment is appeciated xx

      January 9, 2018
  29. Oh. That is simultaneously so sad and wonderful; she sounds like an amazing person. Yours was a very special tribute. I often think, at these particular times, how lucky we are that some people come into our lives and stay awhile; we can’t keep them forever, but we’ll never forget. Love that song, particularly Gerry’s version; you’ll know they still play it on the Mersey Ferry. Must confess to getting a little misty-eyed watching that vide of a vanished world too. All the best, Mike.

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Mike. That’s it exactly – the special people that make footprints on our heart we are graced to know for a while and that is what we must cleave to, not to the pain of loss. I’m glad you like that version as much as I do. It wins on all fronts for me. And that video was a find … I hadn’t seen it before – it seemed an apt reminder of how much life I have lived already and how precious what we have really is. x

      January 9, 2018
  30. So sorry to learn about Linda. 2017 was one of those years. This is a fine tribute with an excellent photographic tour.

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Derrick …. those years do happen and I suppose as one ages, one should expect the frequency to increase as unwelcome a thought as it is. I am glad you appreciated the piece – I know she would reject most of what I said but she also would embrace the pictures and that matters.

      January 9, 2018
  31. What a difficult time for you dear friend. Your tribute and memories of Linda will remain forever and just as my Zio, we will never walk alone! A little piece will always remain. Sending you one big virtual hug. Xx

    January 9, 2018
    • That’s right and when the pain and shock of the initial news begins to dissipate, we find that piece safely nestled in our hearts to carry forward and we remember how fortunate we were to have known these wonderful humans. I send you the biggest hug back xx

      January 9, 2018
  32. Fiona, I buried one of my dearest friends on Saturday. A friend much like yours who always was concerned with me and showered me with love. Your tribute to her has swelled my heart to breaking.

    January 9, 2018
    • Oh Bernadette, I am so sorry. I send you, and all those she loved and was loved by my most heartfelt condolences. People like these are too precious to lose. Go softly, dear friend. I will keep you close in my thoughts. 💔

      January 9, 2018
  33. I noticed that Linda had died on John’s blog and I was so sad. This is a beautiful post to her. Linda was one of my earliest followers and it really hurts to know that she was alone for 2 days with Stewie. This is my third friend from WP that has died in the last year. Your art is beautiful. Love K x

    January 9, 2018
    • For such a wonderful and generous woman with such heart and spirit her end, lying their with faithful Stewie not knowing how to wake her was heartbreaking. We have to take good care of ourselves, dear friend …. too much loss this last year. Much love to you x

      January 9, 2018
      • It just breaks my heart.

        January 9, 2018
      • I’m sending you the warmest of hugs … life is so unkind and you are a lovely soul x

        January 9, 2018
      • Thank you so much, my dear friend. As usual, I am feeling guilty for not being as communicative as I should have been. Mental illness like mine makes me very self obsessed when it’s not about me but all those that we have lost and their family. You are the perfect communicator and give such solace to your friends. K x

        January 9, 2018
      • I know it is very much part of the condition you have – I have another good blog buddy who identical. The thing is that Linda was entirely understanding. She had no expectation of others. Didn’t get snarky if you missed an email or didn’t call when you said you would. She simply understood. That means nothing because your brain won’t let it, but it is so. All I do is try to do my best and I don’t have the same issues so I count my good fortune that I can X

        January 10, 2018
      • Thank you, my friend. K x

        January 10, 2018
      • …and the hug is sorely needed today, thank you.

        January 9, 2018
      • Always here, always sending them. Go softly

        January 10, 2018
  34. RIP .. 🙏🏽

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you so much, that is very kind 😌

      January 9, 2018
  35. I am so sorry to hear of the untimely death of your friend. Someone who lived life to the fullest and was well loved. That is all we can ask for. Your pictures are amazing. Sending hugs. <3

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Darlene – hugs well received and your kind remarks are lovely x

      January 10, 2018
  36. If that’s the way you don’t do a tribute for a friend I’d love to see how you actually do one! Lovely, heartfelt words, accompanied by beautiful photos that complement them perfectly. I’m very sorry to hear of your loss, but I was pleased to hear that the loyal Stewie has found a new home xx

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Clive. Her death has effected me deeply which only reflects what a special person she was. I simply write from the heart, it’s the only way I know. I know she would disagree with every word but she would love the pictures. All shall be well xx

      January 10, 2018
  37. Terrible news, but Linda must be in Heaven now and she must be very happy because you are walking with her around Marcolès with this post !!

    January 9, 2018
    • I believe she is happy. I feel her presence often and it feels happy. She was such a fan of the Marcolès series that dedicating it to her seems right and although she was far to modest to agree with a single word I wrote, I know she has enjoyed the pictures

      January 10, 2018
  38. Oh Osyth.. I’m so so sorry!! Beautiful words illuminating a beautiful soul. Sadness beyond words… xxx

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Wendy. Life is very unkind on occasion but the way to honour those we love who go before us is to make sure we live each day fully and stretch out to touch our dreams. Xxx

      January 10, 2018
      • I love that image Osyth and so true.. Stretching ourselves to touch our dreams… Yes, every moment is precious and the miracles are all around us. It’s like the field of diamonds story – we so often search for something when it’s actually right under our nose. xxx

        January 11, 2018
  39. So,so sorry. I hope when my time comes that there is someone out there who gives me even half as good a send-off as you’ve given Pan in this post. Hugs xxx

    January 9, 2018
    • That is a lovely thing to say. Thank you and the hugs are gratefully received xx

      January 10, 2018
  40. I strolled through your photos and relished your tender words. Beautiful, all! The song “You’ll Never Walk Alone” has a special meaning for me too, as it was the first piece I ever played publicly on the piano. I was in high school at the time and very nervous, but once I found the notes, I don’t remember feeling anything but the music. I hope your friend feels the music too… yes, even now.

    January 9, 2018
    • I hope she does too. I love that song and I have a lovely image of the young girl you getting swept away by the sound she was making and no longer chattering with nerves. Thank you for your kindness

      January 10, 2018
  41. A beautiful tribute to Linda…

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Bette. She deserves all the good

      January 10, 2018
  42. Beautiful images! And a beautiful tribute to your friend.😍

    January 9, 2018
    • Thank you Sumith. She deserves to be remembered and I know she would have enjoyed the pictures 🙂

      January 10, 2018
  43. Ah, so sad my friend, Hugs, it is hard to lose friends. Beautiful words and photos to send her on her way.

    January 10, 2018
    • Loss is never easy – thank you for your kindness. Linda would disagree with every good word I wrote but I’m confident that the pictures would make her smile 😊

      January 10, 2018
  44. RIP… impressive and emotional tribute – wonderful images… another true “coup de cœur”! <3

    January 10, 2018
    • Thank you Mélanie she was one of life’s lovelies and she deserves to sleep peacefully. I am glad that you enjoyed the post … it was all I could do xo

      January 10, 2018
  45. So lovely tribute Osith!!!

    January 10, 2018
    • Thank you … she deserved it, really she did.

      January 10, 2018
  46. I am so very sorry for your loss, dearest Fiona! I truly wish I had known Linda and feel somehow bereft because I just know I would have loved her as you did. When it comes to friendship we see with our hearts as much as our eyes and so virtual friends are no less real in my mind. Sometimes they even seem to be more real. I hope her dog has found a new home? That poor little creature, it must have been so very, very terrible for him/her (?). Sending you big, warm hugs and even though it’s already nightfall sunshine to lighten up your heart! xxxxxxxxxxxx ❤

    January 10, 2018
    • My heart is lightening , and that is what she would want – she would probably have been terribly cross with me for my words, denied the lot and told the world she was a mere earthworm. She would, however, not have been able to deny the pictures though the only way to get her to accept our invitation would have been to dupe her …we had a plan. Stewie has been fostered and is being rehabilitated so that his phobia of women is less acute, the Humane Society are confident that it will not be long before he is ready to rehome. I did take a hand. That is enough said. I can’t imagine how he felt … in a room with his pack leader down (they know what death is) and no water nor food. Of course he got feisty when the deputy tried to approach her body. But I know that she would want him to live, not be destroyed and I took it on myself to lobby facebook and therefore the pound. ONe can only do what one can do. The sun shines brighter each day … I know that is what she wants xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 🤗 ❤️

      January 10, 2018
      • I am so glad that Stewie is taken care of! I will have a look on your FB page later to do some catching up 🙂
        And I forgot to add that I also think that your pictures would do the regional tourist office proud!!! And I love how you´ve captured all seasons too! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <3

        January 11, 2018
  47. Ooohh how my heart sank….losing someone so dear is devastating..how much more if we lose them instantly…i could only imagine the pain of losing you are bearing right now..
    May she rest in peace dear Osyth…such a loss….

    January 11, 2018
    • Thank you, sweet Mich, it was a terrible shock and will remain a dreadful loss but I know she is nestled in my heart and the hearts of all those who loved her and that will keep her star shining bright as long as we walk the earth 💫

      January 11, 2018
  48. Such a moving,tender and loving tribute to your friend. In your words and the song you chose I imagine your deep sadness and wish you solace. Linda’s Marcolèsian walk is touching in all its details and I can see the two of you taking in all these special places together. 🙏💐✨

    January 11, 2018
    • Thank you Arati …. I was fortunate to have known her, she nestles in my heart and I will always have her with me wherever I am walking ✨

      January 11, 2018
  49. What a poignant tribute to Linda. Please accept my condolences. She was right – your photographs are indeed stunning, and would covert beautifully into a book. x

    January 12, 2018
  50. I am shocked!!! You introduced us to her and she was amazing!! Shocked

    January 12, 2018
    • She is such a loss. A true, decent, good, kind woman. And humble. It was and is shocking when something like this happens. But she would want us to be reminded to live each day to our best and to enjoy our lives. Her sister tells me that the last two years have been the happiest she has known her in years. It’s a comfort to know that. Go gently, Lynn and take care of you xx

      January 12, 2018

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