It has been so good to gather here at Knockbrex this week after such a disappointing and undermining week in Geneva. Good to be here. The scene of super happy times and desperately sad ones. A place of sea and sky and yellow gorse and green fields and wavy sands. Good too to be here amongst people who've held me and lead me and challenged me and comforted me.
Today's heart is left in Knockbrex beach, reachable only via a circuitous route thanks to an Englishman who's keen on keeping a byeway private. The same beach we sat on 14 years ago for Doug's 40th. We are all feeling rather old!!
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