Isabel - love of my life
It's that photo again of our honeymoon in Paris in the mid-winter of 1959.
The photographer's name was something like Henry Barter-Croissant - and oddly enough that was exactly what I had in my paper bag!
This was Montmatre I think. My French hasn't got any better over time...
Who would have guessed that 40 years later this delicate English flower would still abe by my side, opening canal lock gates one after the other and shifting thousands of tons of water with every heave on the paddle? Will marvels never cease?
She says she is now a Web-Site Widow.
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Recollections of a Recovery Room Nurse........reprinted from Anaesthesia Points West 1973
