A few photographs from R.B.'s album. 1. with Stephen Roche at the Harrow Inn, Steep (9.9.99). 2. Bringing the tin bath for our children to play in. 3. With my children Imogen and Henry. 4. With Henry at Parham. 5. Outside 'the Balfour Wing'






 

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