Don’t worry Hugo — they won’t bite

This was Hugo yesterday, on the train, on our way to a Belmont Abbey School, year of ’74, re-union. With all the emotional trauma of organising a funeral service, cremation and ashes scattering ceremony, in Ireland, over, it was wonderful to at last feel unburdened and able to enjoy a wonderful day with people who I had shared the last very happy couple of years at school.