Devon to Edinburgh by coach with an overnight stop in Leeds. An impulsive decision and a coach that… let’s just say you could choose your own seat. The hotel, opposite a distillery, had once been a hostel for homeless men, now revamped but an indefinable aroma lingered on. Best night was single malt night. The coach driver presided. He knew his whisky disturbingly well. New friend Patricia and I sampled too many and decided a late night walk through the seedier part of Edinburgh was a great idea. Through an underpass where homeless men slept in their new abode.
Born 1949 - Not dead yet. Qualified as a teacher for children with severe learning disabilities and taught for a while in Surrey before moving to Devon in the early 1970s. Jill has had loads of different jobs since then, most of them in the care sector, either residential homes or in the community. Divorced and her son now living in New Zealand (the two events aren't connected) Jill moved back to the south east in 2010 and lives in a mobile home in Kent with her dog QT, surrounded by the fantastic scenery of the North Downs and a vast expanse of sky.