Squirrels and stones

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

With the car bursting at the seams, I completed the drive north for the workshop. Picking up Stuart on the outskirts of Sheffield, our first port of call would be cross-country to collect a crystal that would be a symbolic presence and reminder of a woman we had loved. She had always worked with crystals and they meant a great deal to her. It was, perhaps, not surprising that the stones were to play a significant part in the workshop.

The next day was given largely to the final packing and preparation for the weekend. There would be scant space for two in my little car by the time we had done…and we would be three after the workshop, as Nick was on his way north too. One of my sons, he said, should see what I was so passionate about ‘before I died’. On that vaguely disquieting note, I…

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