It is funny what lurks deep in the crevices of the mind.
we visited some old friends, who live quite near us, for afternoon tea. On
their hearth was a brass object of globular shape. Seeing it I remembered an old bell owned by Jack White and
his wife who lived in Slapton, Devon. The Whites had an outside toilet.
swear I had not thought of that little bell in nearly 60 years
but in my mind it was crystal clear again. This very very distant memory was
there waiting to be triggered.
They were a lovely couple. I remember us
playing the card game "Newmarket" at their table. One wonders what other
memories are buried which will one day surface again.