Doug’s DIARY
Photo: Layton Thompson) January has, for some reason, felt like the longest of months, as we slip icily into February, the shortest month of the year. I don’t know why it should have seemed so long, but this certainly appears to have been a similar experience for many of my friends across the socially distanced media. Maybe it’s because of lockdown, and the horror of everything to do with the pandemic and a yearning to come out of the darkness, both literally and metaphorically.
Early in the month, we attended the funeral of our friend, the potter Phil Rogers, who I wrote about in last month’s diary. Of course, with current lockdown rules, we were unable to travel to Wales, so joined the service online. There were contributions…
