I had planned to update with a report of how the lunch went today, but news reached me this morning of the death of a fellow-cruiser of the French Waterways. Bob multi-faceted Ozzie of quiet but searing wit. Suffering a range of debilitating diseases from A – Z, he nevertheless ignored medical advice and lived his last year to the full. I knew him for but a short time. G.M.Hopkin’s Heaven Haven seems a fitting wish for you Bob.
I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.