Jesse

My lovely aunt Jesse Sherlock died last week, of cancer. Cancer is such a horrible, insidious way to die, but Jesse lived exactly the way she wanted to and was incredibly outgoing. I loved and admired her.

On the off chance that anyone reading this knew Jesse, you can donate to a fund, to preserve a part of British woodland in her name. This is the link.

Last time I saw Jesse was in January and she treated us to a wonderful evening at a pub in Scagglethorpe (the BEST name for a town EVER! Like something out of The Lord of the Rings!)

And Fliss and I are thinking of you Mum, and of Cissy and everyone else who loved her.