Christmas letter from the Chris, Liz, Clive & Hugh Anthony Christmas 2005
MAKING LIFE BETTER FOR YOU
Written by Chris for Chris. For those of you who warmly treasure these letters in your hearts(kidneys etc) you will recall that for the last few years this letter has started with comments about the dull grey November day that has reminded me to start writing. This year I am looking out at a bright frosty dawn with promises on the radio for a bitterly cold day and the coldest weather this winter since records began etc. I feel so English – starting with weather stuff.
To save you reading further, last year was similar to the previous year etc. For the squeamish amongst you, we should emphasise that this letter is not setting out a claim to have had a better year than you; it is not a claim of greater achievements; it is not a challenge to you to do better; it is not an exquisite example of Belles lettres. This letter does not intentionally describe persons living or dead [one has to be so careful in this increasingly litigious society – I blame John Grisham]. I will merely summarise a few key points for the curious [which some of you seem to be].
Hugh, who remains the youngest of us, still works at the Hospital library [WORKING FOR YOU]. His interests include music (mainly classical), reading, and formula 1 motor racing and talking to his computer. He continues his violin playing, now learning Beethoven’s Spring sonata and yet more fiendish scales. He performs with two orchestras (usually one at a time) – Southampton Concert Orchestra and Southampton Youth Orchestra [PLAYING FOR YOU]. If you want to be part of Hugh’s global network then go to him via msn via email@example.com.
PC 20914 (Clive) completed his training with the Hampshire Constabulary in February and is now established in Hythe, enjoying car races round the New Forest, manhunts through the undergrowth ….. [ARRESTING FOR YOU]. The wheel-less car, decorating his front garden (a tradition where he lives) can still be seen from space at earth.google.com.
Liz continues to be up before dawn, cycling down to church, followed by swimming etc etc. She flutes in the church band and continues to be some sort of prayer leader [PRAYING FOR YOU] and a member of the church pastoral team. While we were looking the other way she seems to have set up a church Home group in our house one night a week. Highlights this year include a weekend contemplating the psalms in the Chilterns and attendance at the New Wine festival. [We gratefully note that her life also includes cooking, cleaning, gardening, sending the Christmas cards and discarding empty wine bottles].
I (Chris) still play cello in the City of Southampton Orchestra and continue as the publicity officer [website: www.csorchestra.org]. The University has evicted me from my nice office and moved me, along with 5 other ‘retired’ Emeritus Professors, to a shared office [“The Saga Suite / The Elysian Fields / The Extinct Volcanoes / the Elephants’ Graveyard / The Creche”] where I continue to provide coffee for friends, write papers etc. My usual teaching trip to South India, soon after the tsunami, started with a couple of days at a beach hotel in Mahabalipuram [SUNBATHING FOR YOU]. When we arrived at 3 am the receptionist told me “we have had a spring clean special for you professor chris – so you have new furniture”. The tsunami had swept away their gardens and beach restaurants and washed right through the hotel. No one was badly hurt although there were a lot of casualties amongst the fishermen just down the beach. My most recent academic treat was a trip to Awaji Island in Japan to a conference and a visit to Niigata to lecture to Mitsubishi (who provide us with cars, vitamins and holidays). I find I have to travel further each year to get the respect that I deserve.
Our campervan continues to do its job giving us our annual holiday in France. This time Hugh joined us for the first part including La Loire, the Col du Larche near the France=Italy border, the Verdon gorge region, the mosquitoes of the Camargue, and Argeles sur Mer; he was then sorrowfully given up to Flybe at a village airport at Perpignan to get him back to work to pay for our pensions, while we dawdled back home by way of the Pyrenees and the Auvergne where I broke a tooth on a rabbit.
So, another happy year for which to be grateful [THANKING YOU].
With Love from Hugh, Clive, Liz and Chris
WISHING YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS
From the Southampton Anthonys [Christmas 2007]
Dear friends and family: this is written by Chris on behalf of Liz, Clive and Hugh.
I am writing this on a gray wet windy morning, struggling to convert duty into art, but compromising into entertainment. The weather forecast promises a lifting of the depression and unusually high temperatures for the time of year, so off we go, cheerful and globally warmed. I just heard a phrase on the news “Scavenging for cauliflowers”, perhaps a suitable title for what I must do to fill the glaring white empty space stretching below me on the computer screen.
I start with an apology to those who may be offended that you do not appear in our annual highlights. Unfortunately, space is limited so you should apply now for inclusion in next year’s letter. Of course, applications must include an outline plan of the highlight to be provided, together with Risk Assessment, Health and Safety at Work and Equal Opportunities aspects appropriately delineated.
These letters are prepared in early December our account of the year starts with Christmas, celebrated at home with family augmented by a nice mix of Indian, Chinese and Korean student friends. It was especially nice to get to know our two sets of new neighbours with their lovely children.
My year started with my annual visit to India to teach in the Microbiology Department in Sri Venkateshwara University in Tirupati. I responded to their invitation, given at the end of last year’s visit: Please celebrate the “Silver Jubilee of your Indian visits by bringing Madam for us all to enjoy”. I certainly enjoyed sharing my love of the place with Madam. We arrived in Chennai airport at four in the morning, and were immediately met by a man with a placard for ‘Professor Chris’. He whisked us passed the queues of tired befuddled ordinary unprivileged passengers to be met by my old wheeling-dealing-import-export friend John Prabakhar, whose minions adorned us with garlands and silk shawls before whisking us away in a flashy police car through the broad streets of Chennai to a hotel on a beach in Mahabalipuram, 50km away, comforted by music from the Billy Graham era [Blessed Assurance; Great is Thy Faithfulness]. All the way I was thinking what a wonderfully comfortable safe start to Liz’s Indian experience, only to be told that it was the most horrifying drive of her life. Our first walk down the bazaar in Ghandi Road in Tirupati was a similarly contrary experience; my thrill of euphoric reunion with the noise and colour and variety and smells and crowds was balanced by Liz’s shock and horror at the noise and colour and variety and smells and crowds. Of course within a couple of days hers became a similar joyful experience to mine. Particular highlights for her were chatting with the lady students in their hostel, joining me as the official photographer in the nearby village of Thumullagunta, and meeting Surya’s family and my good friends Gopi, Madhu and Imran. After ten days we returned to Chennai to post Liz back home leaving me to 4 weeks of lectures.
After this encouraging experience Liz boldly joined a Highfield Church team on a two week working visit in September to Nkunga village near Meru in Kenya. The work included medical stuff, Christian teaching and setting up a huge tank to collect water from the school roof. The rain has now come, the tank is full and the half hour trek to the local Sacred Lake for water is no longer needed. It was a wonderful experience, frequently and happily shared with us [and with you if you stray within range]. At home Liz continues with her hectic life, cycling back and forth to Highfield Church, visiting the sick [ughhh], mentoring, running a home group, helping with a holiday club, fluting, praying, working on the PCC and Diocesan Synod, and looking after me and Hugh. A final highlight was her Nice Niece weekend when all six Elliott nieces drove Hugh and myself out of the house for the weekend. After 40 years
with an old NAAFI piano she now has a beautiful Yamaha U1 and fills the house with her Mozart and Beethoven.
In June the first phase started of the demolition of the Biological Sciences building in Boldrewood [opposite our house]. So far the only thing to happen is that we retired professors have evacuated our shared Saga Suite. So I downsized again, retaining a computer terminal and bookcase in the main building, and moving other stuff to home. I still do some stuff there, mainly near coffee times. Outside UK they do not know I have retired so I had enjoyable lecture trips to Switzerland and Germany. I continue doing publicity work for my orchestra and the most recent change in my life has been starting my own website, helped by pioneering Hugh’.
Hugh has had a good year, still working in the Hospital University library and playing violin in the other orchestra [Southampton Concert Orchestra]. The first part of his year was spent under the shadow of his expected heart refurbishment operation [all valves needed adjusting and a new pulmonary valve created]. After a very energetic camping holiday in the Italian Alps and kayaking in France he went for surgery in September as the fittest patient they had. It all went perfectly and 3 months later he is back at work and getting seriously fit. Of course that is the brief version of a very stressful period, during which we were all grateful for your support.
LONG LIVE THE NATIONAL HEALTH SERVICE; THANK YOU NYE BEVAN.
Hugh’s interest in Formula 1 racing continues [long live Lewis] and he is flooding the internet with useful information about it. Type his name + formula 1 in Google and his glowing orange website will soon hit you.
Clive still enjoys his work in the Police, stationed five minutes walk from his home in Hythe, guarding the New Forest, which provides his playground for energetic dirty biking and photography with his D-SLR. He has quickly overtaken me as the family photographic expert. Searching for more photography subjects he and Tiffany have at last faced up to their responsibility and have passed on my selfish genes to our lovely granddaughter [Kennedy Ellis Anthony; born 28th June].
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS
From the Southampton Anthonys [Christmas 2008]
Dear friends and family: this is written by Chris on behalf of Liz, Clive and Hugh.
Risking allegations of autoplagiarism I start by noting that this is being written on a grey
wet windy November morning. We have just received our first Christmas card [from Karen
and Roy], provoking seasonal panic. The past year is not so different from last year but with
fewer dramas. My happy endorphins have just been raised by hearing Maria Callas
appropriately singing the mad scene from Lucia di Lammermuir; so off I go.
Christmas was celebrated as usual with various oriental waifs and strays, providing a
vegetarian challenge to the generously tolerant turkey [Hugh says that is no way to speak of
his mum]. Sadly for us Rams and Alan and Lydia have now returned to Chennai. Almost
immediately after this wonderful Christmas I was off to Tirupati in India for 5 weeks teaching
molecular biology in Sri Venkateshwara University. After all the inevitable stress of
preparation and strain of abandoning my home and family it was so heart-warming to be met
at 2.0 am in the exciting heated dusty noise of Chennai airport by my friend Gopi to be driven
off to a couple of days recovery on the beach at Mahabalipuram. This joyful experience was
sadly balanced five weeks later when I was delivered back to the airport at 2.0 am by my
friend Madhu. The previous visit had been very special as Liz came with me. This year
arriving in Tirupati I was greeted by Guest House staff, and University staff and students with
the disappointed question “But where is madam sir?” I will be repeating the experience next
year in January/February, this time accompanied by the small booklet of snapshots of the
birds of Tirupati that I have been compiling this year from 5 years of pictures [see also
Madam has had a good year doing her thing in Highfield Church, playing flute in
Laura‟s band, organising her home group, mentoring, praying [for you], working on the PCC
and Diocesan Synod, and looking after me and Hugh and our friends. As if keeping fit by
cycling or walking everywhere is not enough, she swims 30 lengths of the University pool
every week. Our camper van continues to serve us well and Liz shared it with a neighbour and
friend at the New Wine Conference this year in Somerset. Another highlight of her year was a
„retreat‟ in Holy Island off the coast of Northumberland. A stained glass window in the little
church there commemorates her Great Grandmother on her mother‟s side of the family and
has provoked internet searches into family trees and led our greying web-wise woman to the
satisfaction of knowing that her family once owned much of the Island. The retreat was „silent‟
but subsequently made up for by enthusiastic recounting of the wonders of the place. Liz‟s 18
year old Peugeot finally died [the traditional disaster of a broken timing belt wrapping itself
round the big end - whatever]. By a wonderful piece of logic this led to its replacement by a
newer Mondeo for me [OK, I know, Me as Mondeo Man], leaving Liz to enjoy driving our
18 year old Rover which remains too healthy to put down yet.
Although the School of Biological Sciences will not vacate the Boldrewood site until
summer 2010, they are saving money by moving out of as many rooms as possible, so I was
finally evicted. I left 3 metres of book shelves in the office of a generous friend but had to
"decant‟ the rest of my academic life into the small space I have been allocated in Oaklands
Way. Much had to be finally discarded including 35 years of academic diaries; a final flick
through them reminded me of what a lot I have to be grateful for – especially for all the great
colleagues, science collaborators and competitors, and thousands of students. The
Boldrewood bureaucrats have not noticed that their process of "Decanting‟ [their term]
obviously implies that the best is decanted – leaving the unwanted dregs behind. I still attend
research talks and coffee in the staff room whence I can survey the demolition of the best
lecture theatres in the University. A lowlight of the year was the need to take part in a
celebration at the University of Warwick of the life of my best friend in Science who died in
January [Sir Howard Dalton]. I was later contacted by a member of the audience – “for 30
minutes I listened to your lecture wondering if you are the boy from my class in Watford Boys‟ Grammar School”. I was, and so I was captured to publish my lecture in his review
journal. I suffered a minor operation [hernia] in April [boy, how I suffered] but was assured
by Hugh that it was nothing compared to his major heart surgery of last year; of course I
explained that I am more sensitive than him. I have continued producing publicity materials
for the City of Southampton Orchestra and playing wonderful music with them, a highlight
being a performance of Dvorak‟s Cello Concerto with an outstanding young cellist Pei-Sian
Ng; our most recent concert contained a brilliant bit of programming [I chair the program
committee] – Britten‟s Sinfonia da Requiem, VW‟s the Lark Ascending and Elgar‟s 1st
Hugh has had a good year, completely recovered from his huge heart operation,
maintaining his fitness by walking 3km to work at the hospital library, often accompanied by
Liz. While I was safely away in India Hugh fulfilled a small dream and rescued a cat from the
Blue Cross. After a vetting process more thorough than that for adopting a baby, our house
and family was grudgingly conceded to be suitable for Peggy, although doubts were
expressed about the absent parent. To protect my birds she is only allowed in the back garden
where Hugh has trained her using a toy with feathers on a string to leap up and grab hedge
sparrows from their nests. She has [as they do] taken over MY house but I have to concede
she is usually a positive addition to the family. Hugh continues playing violin in the
Southampton Concert Orchestra, a highlight being an outdoor performance of the 1812
overture with fireworks and genuine cannons from Waterloo, manned by gunners in original
uniforms. He is going through a stressful time as he faces possible redundancy, inevitable
with the easy electronic access to academic literature. He is remaining cheerful and relishing
the prospect of changing his job through the University redeployment scheme. A highlight of
the year was his visit with a friendly insider to McLaren‟s headquarters in Woking. AND the
final formula 1 race of the year that, in the last seconds of the last lap, sealed the World
Championship for our hero Lewis Hamilton. AND Barack Obama was elected in the same
week, allowing us to love and admire the USA again.
Clive‟s busy life continues in the Police, stationed near his home in Hythe on the edge of
the New Forest. Our grand daughter Kenny grows most enjoyably [as they do] with Tiffany‟s
children Carrington and Bailey. On their recent birthdays they were introduced to Lego which
Clive found so stimulating that he went out and bought himself a bulldozer kit. He also raided
our loft to find some of his old stuff [You see, it is worth keeping stuff in the loft].
Our summer highlight was, as usual, campervanning down through France, starting with
Liz, Me and Hugh and losing Hugh half way through as he returned by air from Perpignan
back home to earn our pensions. We set off in June during a long period of rain which meant
that our Dordogne river kayaking was impossible, the river and its rapids being metres higher
than usual. We found alternative idyllic sunny lakes further south, and eventually forgot our
wet English summer in the Pyrenees and on the Mediterranean coast. After decanting Hugh
[leaving the dregs?], Liz and I drifted gently back up through the Languedoc and the
Auvergnes, eating, drinking and walking, to home.
Liz‟s brother‟s daughter Clare chose the wettest day in Wales this century to marry Andy
in a mountain barn, the reception being held in a flooded tent in Pembrokeshire. Spirits were
not dampened of course and we had a wonderful time which we followed by visiting an old
cellist friend near Aberystwyth on our way home.
As you see, it has been a very special year for us all. Thanks to you all for your friendship
and support, with love from Liz, Chris, Hugh, Clive, Tiffany, Carrington, Bailey, Kennedy
and Peggy the cat.
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS
From the Southampton Anthonys [Christmas 2009]
Dear friends and family: this is written by Chris on behalf of Liz, Clive and Hugh.
Waking up to a wet wild windy November morning reminded me that it is time to write this seasonal letter. If you
discard this contribution to Joyful Noel before reading further can I urge you not to burn it; you know you don‟t want
to be the butterfly who precipitates calamitous global warming.
Last Christmas day was celebrated in a perky sort of panic as we woke to a local power cut. Liz of course coped
well with the help of guests who carried our nervous turkey to various ovens around Southampton to get him cooked
in time. Our eight guests included very special neighbours, ex-neighbours and displaced orientals [also very special].
As usual, I was soon off to Tirupati in India for 5 weeks teaching with Prof. Sai Gopal in Sri Venkateshwara
University. British Airways at last acknowledged my importance and upgraded me to business class. As previously,
my visit started in Mahabalipuram on the coast (with my friend Gopi). It is always a very heartwarming experience
to meet up with old friends and students in Tirupati, and I was soon at home in the chaotic Ghandi Road and the
peaceful Sindhuri Park hotel eating cashew nuts with everything [to please my friend Moin]. Every year the town
expands and sadly [for me] it is gradually fusing with the small rural villages, paving over my beautiful countryside.
I am now scanning in my 25 years of photographic slides to produce a small picture history of this process. I missed
my friend Madhu who has moved for two years to Dubai as a water engineer for a 2km long building in the desert;
fortunately, in April, my friend Leigh was able to give me a free flight to Dubai where I spent a few days with
Madhu in a traditional Arab hotel. We didn‟t go to the more flashy part but spent most of our time in the old town.
Liz‟s year reads almost the same as last year: doing her thing in Highfield Church, playing flute in Laura‟s band,
organising her home group, mentoring, praying [for you], working on the PCC and Diocesan Synod, and looking
after me and Hugh and our friends. As if keeping fit by cycling or walking everywhere is not enough, she swims 30
lengths of the University pool every Thursday. Our camper van [Kontiki] continues to serve us well and Liz shared it
with a friend at the New Wine Conference in Somerset. Last year while I was away she and Hugh imported Peggy.
This year while my back was turned [in India] she arranged the replacement of my scruffy wild hedges and derelict
fences [my bird sanctuary] to be replaced, leaving room for runner beans and a patch of wild flowers.
Clive‟s busy life continues in the Police, stationed near his home in Hythe on the edge of the New Forest. Phone
conversations with Clive usually have a happy family background of changing nappies, feeding and controlling
Kenny, Carrington and Bailey. His energy is so impressive; after a picnic in the new forest with them all I needed
two days to recover. They are all doing well and Kenny has just started "School‟.
Hugh‟s year started very well. At the end of 2008 he was told that he and 3 library colleagues were being made
redundant. Fortunately the University has a policy of re-location. This worked well although the wisdom of the
policy was not matched by the competence of the Human Resources department which was rarely humane and
remarkably unresourceful. After a lot of very impressive work [by Hugh and his excellent Union representative] he is
now very happy - on a higher grade, full time, double salary, doing a much wider range of interesting work, with
excellent colleagues in the wonderful National Oceanography Centre. A musical highlight of Hugh‟s year was a
recent performance of the 2nd Symphony of Sibelius, with the Southampton Concert Orchestra.
My musical highlights include playing [in private] piano trios of Schubert, Shostakovich and Smetana, string
quartets of Beethoven and Shostakovich, and performing Nielsen‟s 4th Symphony and the 1st Symphony of Walton in
the City of Southampton Orchestra. Hugh and I shared in a special experience last week in a performance of the
Organ Symphony by Saint Saens; the first time that we have performed together [in the Charity Symphony
Orchestra]. Needless to say this was also a musical highlight of Liz‟s year (she says).
I was reminded that this year is special when I received a formal invitation from my niece to attend a celebration
of my twin brother‟s 70th birthday, asking me to share any memories that I might have. Fortunately I am still able to
remember him and we had a great time, brilliantly organised by Pauline and helpers, in Leavesden road Baptist
Church Hall where I had spent my teenage years in the Boys Brigade and church youth club. I was embarrassed, and
Hugh greatly amused, by an elderly lady who had to remind me that she had been my first girlfriend.
As well as that celebration I used this special year as an excuse for further self gratification. Liz took me to stay
for a week in an AgriTurismo converted farmhouse in the Tuscan countryside overlooking San Gimignano. I asked
our host Stefano, while drinking his wonderful wine, if he had seen the film Tea with Mussolini [set in that town].
“Yes of course, many of the cast stayed here – Franco Zefferreli [the director] parked his campervan over there”.
This led to the idea that we would return there in the late summer with Hugh and our campervan; if it is good
enough for Zefferelli it is good enough for us. So we three set out with bikes and kayaks in the Kontiki at the end of
August through France to Italy. After a wonderful journey drifting through the Dordogne, the Auvergne and the Cevennes, we arrived at one of our favourites sites beneath the pines on the edge of a lake at the end of the Verdon
Gorge. Early September is well past the French camping season so we shared a 450 place camping site with 12
others including an especially nice young couple from Belgium [Bep and Michel], Michel being a greengrocer from
whom Liz learned all about her favourite Jonagold apples. The weather forecast for Italy was very bad so we
cancelled our original plan and stayed longer under the hot pines. We eventually dropped Hugh off at Nice airport.
We have childishly re-named Nice as Nasty as it has almost no helpful road signs, and is full of traffic jams, as was
the motorway and every road around. It was sad to fling Hugh out onto the road by the airport [no parking for high
vehicles] but a relief to leave this less attractive area of France, setting off North, over the Col de la Bonnette
[2,800m] to Larche - a favourite site at [1800m] in the mountains. We then meandered back home by way of Les
Hautes Alpes, Drome and the Ardeches. A new feature this year was our two nights in France Passion sites [not what
you may think]. These are places to camp our van free for a night, on farms or other rural places. Both were excellent.
One was in the car park of a fromagerie where we had a dinner of 3 courses – all of cheese. We have now completed
our own rough guide to our campsites of France [email me for a copy or download it from our website], based on
about 20 years of travelling in our old Merlin and new [18yrs old] Kontiki.
As you see, it has been another very special year for us all. Thanks to you all for your friendship and support.
With love from Liz, Chris, Hugh, Clive, Tiffany, Carrington, Bailey, Kennedy and Peggy the cat.
| WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS
From the Southampton Anthonys written by Chris on behalf of Liz, Clive, Hugh and Peggy the cat.
Dear friends and family: Do not read this letter out of a sense of duty; feel free to screw it up, discarding it, muttering it’s the
same as last year, innit. Correct, and you could use the saved time to save the world or put out the bins. We have had a
wonderful year and been spared living in interesting times, so highlights suitable for bragging or eliciting sympathy were
relatively few. [Is anyone else irritated by people on TV only empathising nowadays; I prefer sympathy if you have any to spare.]
As usual I went off in January for five weeks to Tirupati in South India to teach in SV University and to meet my old friends
there. The crazy crowded friendly streets of Tirupati really feel like a second home. The dining room in the University guest
house was being refurbished so breakfast and lunch were brought in by bike from restaurants in unattractive little polythene bags
tied with string from which I squirted my luke-warm curries onto plates wiped clean on the cyclist’s shirt tails. While there I met
Dr Chowdappa who had been a student with the present Head of Department [SaiGopal] on my first visit in 1982; he asked
advice about a good place for his son Vinay to study in the UK. Vinay earned my admiration by driving my friend Moin and me
to Mahabalipuram on the way home, proving him to be the only safe driver in India. Predictably he is now in Southampton as an
MSc student and a welcome addition to our family. As he seemed to be living in hall on a diet of cornflakes and pizza my
interest in cooking Indian food has been rekindled; Wednesday night is curry night, please come.
1st August was our 40th (Ruby) wedding anniversary. Liz suggested that our 40 years together were so enjoyable because we
are somehow complementary; I agreed – she cooks, I eat; she does the garden, I sit in it etc. ad. inf. To celebrate, I was planning
exotic holidays in Istanbul or Venice but heard Liz muttering quietly that she would prefer to go camping in Scotland. We had a
wonderful time there, in September, driving our Kon-tiki camper van a total of 1600 miles in rain and gales and a little sun,
protected from the famous Scots midges by Avon’s Skin-so-Soft. We visited friends in Sheffield (John & Barbara Guest) and
Northumberland (Nigel Chandler) on the way, followed by a few days in the Cairngorms, eventually reaching the far North West
coast near Ullapool, Enard Bay and Clachtoll where we sat in the van, rocking in a force 9 gale with gusts of hail, watching
flocks of gannets dive-bombing the mackerel. On the way home we stopped off to play string and flute quartets with friends
(Colin, Alison & Sophie Mather) in Wigan (the cradle of civilisation).
In spite of unusually bad weather we enjoyed our annual adventure in France in June, after an inauspicious start. Setting off
to catch the night ferry a threatening red dashboard light suggested the alternator was broken which would soon give us a dead
starter battery, preventing anyone behind us disembarking from the car ferry [etc etc etc]. With doubled heart rates, dry mouths,
adrenaline dripping out of our ears we drove to our mechanic friend [Jonathan Willis] who, after loaning us a box of spare parts
and a huge charger, found a loose wire going to the alternator. Out went the red light and off we went with 3 pairs of eyes
challenging it to come on again during the drive to Portsmouth. No Problem. This year we kept to the West, going to the
Pyrennees by way of our friends in the Dordogne, arriving in Argeles on the Mediterranean before releasing Hugh to fly home to
earn our pensions. We drifted back by way of the Corbieres, the Camargue, Causse Mejean and the Auvergne, stopping at a
France Passion site at a bison farm on the Causse Noir; our target auberge was not open but they sold us delicious tinned bison
stew, best eaten with spicy Corbiere red wine in a camper at 7 degrees in a howling gale.
Liz has continued doing her thing in Highfield Church, playing flute in Laura’s band, organising her Home group, mentoring,
praying [for you], working on the PCC and Deanery Synod, looking after me and Hugh and our friends, and providing a drop-in
centre in the camper van at the New Wine Conference in Somerset. As she does not have enough to do she joined the
Communicare group in the church doing what it says on the tin. She keeps fit by walking, cycling or swimming everywhere.
While I was in India she went with Hugh on a pilgrimage around her 4 brothers, braving blizzards on the way.
recently met up with my godson Matt Smith in Birmingham to celebrate his Civil Partnership with Martin, a wonderfully gay
affair; another special shared highlight was Mary’s Cowbridge Music Festival in which she played [cello] beautifully, alternating
with an excellent trumpet player and a rather manic tenor from Welsh National Opera [the Go Compare singer].
Hugh’s new job as library assistant in the National Oceanography Centre is as successful as he had hoped, with the bonus of
watching great ships coming and going, including the new Queen Elizabeth. His violin playing is getting faster, higher and a
pleasure to hear, especially as an alternative to the sounds of his X-box military activities. We enjoyed sharing the Formula 1
Grand Prix season, exciting to the end. We have now met 2 more of Hugh’s internet friends, one a Belgian Grand Prix enthusiast
and student of sports journalism, and a lady acquired by grooming on a cat forum website, who also indulges in a sort of martial
arts roller skating in fishnet tights. She visited us to hear Hugh play in a concert and was great fun and a biochemist to boot. The
concert was by the Charity Symphony Orchestra in which Hugh and I both play; six hours rehearsal in St Mary’s Church at
about 7 degrees followed by a concert the same evening which included Mahler’s Songs of a wayfarer and Holst’s Planets.
Hugh’s Southampton Concert Orchestra continues to improve, giving challenging concerts including Brahm’s 2nd Symphony.
Highlights in my musical year included a glorious performance [with City of Southampton Orchestra] in the Guildhall of
Dvorak’s Cello Concerto, played by a great young cellist Pei-Sian Ng, and the recent concert in Thornden Hall which attracted a
full house by including Rachmaninov’s 2nd piano concerto and Prokoviev’s Romeo and Juliet Suite [with Alan Sugar’s theme
tune]. We also played a short piece by our composer/conductor John Traill which included many half hidden quotes and
adaptations of other composers, including Shostakovich’s 5th Symphony and Richard Strauss’s Alpine Symphony. This
explained why it felt familiar in parts as I had played that in a one day orchestra performance in Oxford a few weeks earlier. The
Rachmaninov concert was special in that it attracted a friend to come here from Japan for his honeymoon; it was good to be able
to make some attempt to repay the hospitality I enjoyed with Daisuke a few years ago in Nagasaki.
Clive’s busy life continues in the Police, stationed near his home in Hythe on the edge of the New Forest with Tiffany and
our 3 grand children, Carrington (9), Bailey (8) and Kenny (3) who were all great company during New Forest picnics and a
memorable day of biscuit cooking. Clive has taken up kick boxing with success and broken toes in competitions in which he
usually comes 2nd. When I asked about what he enjoys about his job now he said not working nights and occasional job
satisfaction like breaking into old ladies flats to rescue them from hypothermia.
Our neighbouring Boldrewood Biological and Medical Sciences building, my home for about 35 years, was finally vacated
for demolition, celebrated by demolishing a Boldrewood cake. A consolation was a gift of a couple of good microscopes [Wild
and Zeiss] enabling me to become a real biologist again, hunting for protozoa from our pond etc.
I shall end by listing bits and pieces that got left out: We were injected against flu, the house was injected with insulator to
keep it warm, we grew some beans, the neighbour’s cat took to eating Peggy’s evening dinner, we got a new boiler, the chimney
was swept for first time in 20 years, I built a wood shed with the help of Carl, we all fell over in the snow, Darren (a previous
research student) came to visit from New Zealand, we had deep snow on 1st December.
As you see, it has been another very special year for us all. Thanks to you all for your friendship and support.
With love from Liz, Chris, Hugh, Clive, Tiffany, Carrington, Bailey, Kennedy and Peggy the cat.
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR
From the Southampton Anthonys written by Chris on behalf of Liz, Clive, Hugh and Peggy the cat (Christmas 2011)
Dear Family and Friends:
Don’t Panic, no need to read all this: in summary we are all well and happy and had a good year.
In October our friend Vinay finished his MSc course (Pass with Distinction) and returned to India; as a result my Indian cooking has now lapsed.
As usual I went off in January for five weeks to Tirupati in South India to teach in SV University and to meet my old friends there. The driver of my old friend John Prabakhar somehow helped me to by-pass immigration and then I was met by my good friend Moin, who came with me, by way of Mahabalipuram on the beach, to Tirupati. I visit India to work (honestly); this year I did 32 lectures and wrote a ‘historical’ review of a part of my subject that has required 50 years for its recent solution. Of course what is memorable are the relatively simple life in my guest house cell, the morning walks photographing birds, my visits to friends I have seen grow from babies to teenagers in ‘my’ local village, visits to the crazy overcrowded, aggressively friendly student hostels, the autorickshaw rides and the crowded, dusty, noisy, colourful, happy streets of the town, filled to overflowing with celebrating nervous families of pilgrims come from all over India to visit Sri Venkateshwara in Tirumula in the hills 15 km away.
In July we celebrated Hugh’s 30th birthday in a series of parties; one of these was shared with his friend Paul Hand, who he met during the same week 30 years ago. Although Paul is more than 6ft tall and Hugh somewhat shorter they convinced the restaurant owner that they were twins. Hugh celebrated personally by flying for a holiday to Seattle, visiting ex-neighbours, Mike and Kay Gordon (see his excellent photos on his Facebook page). Highlights included a visit to the Boeing factory and a tour of the University of Washington and Seattle restaurants with my friend Mila Chistaserdova. He was particularly pleased with his mastery of the Seattle transport system, as much of his time there was self-propelled, away from his busy hosts).
Hugh continues with the Charity Symphony Orchestra and Southampton Concert Orchestra, with a most memorable performance of Mahler’s 1st Symphony. My orchestra (City of Southampton Orchestra) has just started our new season with a performance of the 70 minute 5th Symphony of Mahler which was wonderfully challenging, the necessary intense practising giving me tendonitis, which I am courageously overcoming to write this.
On the day of the royal wedding our neighbours (Cheryl, Lee, Elisha & Jac) organised a street barbecue to which all royalists, republicans and mere students were invited; so we met neighbours we rarely see.
Liz continues (as I say every year) with her constant faithful work in Highfield Church, including running a home group in our home etc etc. Highfield Church (the building) has been refurbished (Out pews; In chairs) and now the Church (people) is aiming to refurbish itself (Good luck or do I mean God Bless). She celebrated my departure for India to tour the happy families of her four brothers, and recently became a great aunt to Owen George Elliott Triggs. All this in addition to making a happy home for Peggy the cat, Hugh and myself (in that order). Of course, we continue our policy of Division of Labour in our household; Hugh earns our pensions, I spend them, Liz does the good works (supported of course by Faith).
Liz and I followed up on last year’s epic Scotland trip with a week in September visiting the South West Mull of Galloway, the Lake District (Keswick) where the typical rain had led to a rise of Derwent water into the campsite itself. On the way we had a memorable reunion (after 48 years) with David and Ruth Ingleby. While a research student at Reading University I drove on my splendid 350cc single cylinder BSA motorbike with David to Portugal to visit his mother. This was my second reunion of the year; the first was when I met up with Derek Bailey who had driven me in 1958 on his 150cc Lambretta scooter 4000 miles around Europe in 28 days.
Clive continues in the police on the mean streets of Hythe. His children Carrington (10) Bailey (9), and Kenny (4) who grow, as they do, fast and fascinating and a great pleasure to be with. Kenny started school. Clive’s latest project has been the erection of a vast shed across the width of his garden for his keepfitstrong stuff and kick boxing, liberating the house for family activities.
Boldrewood (our adjacent Medical and Biological Sciences Building) was demolished during the year with all the expected violent noise and dust (and that is just the complaining neighbours). To try to be positive about such a horrible disruptive experience we made a record of the process; rushing with camera to the bedroom window every time the tremors exceeded some critical point on the Richter scale. This was then put into a film on my website.
Our Kontiki campervan continues its faithful service taking us on our annual trip to France. This year we took the Eastern route by way of the Alpine border with Italy, and our favourite lake near Verdon Gorge, to Avignon. We lost a bit off the side of the van when we met a large aggressive campervan on a very steep hill in a very narrow tunnel (guess its nationality; Ja). The wonderful RAC helped us out when we had a puncture in Dignes, putting on our old spare to help us to limp to our lakeside campsite where they arranged for both rear tyres to be replaced by a competent chain-smoking French mechanic who was then thrown out of the campsite for aggressive misogynist language to our female campsite owner. We dispatched Hugh back to Southampton from Avignon by way of Flybe. We returned slowly for another 2 weeks through the centre of France.
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
From the Southampton Anthonys, written by Chris on behalf of Chris, Liz, Clive, Hugh and Peggy the cat
Dear Family and Friends:
November, grey skies, drizzle; must be time to initiate Christmas. Last Christmas continued the tradition of broken oven, helpful neighbour’s oven, Indian and Chinese guests; wonderful.
As usual I went off in January for five weeks to Tirupati in South India to teach in Prof Sai Gopal’s Virology/Microbiology Department in SV University and to meet my old friends there. This year I was welcomed by my friend Moin in Chennai, and then in Tirupati by a banner across the entrance of the lecture hall where I gave about 36 lectures. Of course what is memorable is the relatively simple life in my guest house cell, the morning walks photographing birds, my visits to friends in ‘my’ local village of Thumulagunta where I have seen some grow from babies to teenagers and others from ten years old to young men preparing for marriage; I have been their only photographer until cell phones with cameras have become common. These peaceful aspects are balanced by visits to the crazy overcrowded, aggressively friendly student hostels, the thrilling autorickshaw rides and the crowded, dusty, noisy, colourful, happy streets of the town, filled to overflowing with celebrating nervous families of pilgrims come to visit Sri Venkateshwara in Tirumula in the hills 15 km away. Observant readers will see that this section has been lifted complete from an earlier letter, illustrating that, I am happy to say, nothing changes.
When I asked Liz how she would like to celebrate her 70th birthday she said she would like to take Hugh to San Gimignano in Tuscany to stay in the farmhouse we had enjoyed so much previously. They kindly invited me to come as chauffeur. I cannot think of any highlights as everything was highlit; altogether wonderful.
Hugh continues working in the library of Southampton National Oceanographic Centre, and playing with Southampton Concert Orchestra, with a most memorable performance of Dvorak’s 9th Symphony, as part of the Titanic Memorial concert. We played together recently in the Charity Symphony Orchestra (Hugh’s first Beethoven Symphony, the Pastoral). My orchestra (City of Southampton Orchestra) has just started our new season under our inspiring conductor, John Traill, with an evening of American music including Gershwin’s piano concerto and the challenging 3rd Symphony of Aaron Copland. This includes the more familiar Fanfare for the Common Man. Remarkably, I later heard this played on US election night accompanying Mitt Romney on to a campaign platform as he was being described as a very unusual, very gifted and extremely rich man. The Americans were never hot on irony. Great feeling of relief the next morning when we heard that a small majority of Americans (excluding Billy Graham) are sane enough to vote for Obama.
Liz continues (as I say every year) with her constant faithful work in Highfield Church, including running a home group in our home. She is involved in extensive discussions aimed at getting an appropriate vicar to replace the essentially irreplaceable Graham Archer, who has learned all that we can teach him and has gone off to be Spiritual Director at the Church Pastoral Aid Society in Warwick shire. She works with Communicare, taking elderly gents and ladies to social clubs, and maintains herself by cycling, swimming, cooking and caring for us. To get help with this letter I asked her what she had done this year; “sorry I am too busy to do things”.
Fortunately our Kontiki camper van is struggling on. We celebrated its 22 birthday and 17 years of loyal service by going off to France in June on the wettest day of the year. On the first morning the bolts holding part of the hot water system in place finally rusted through, flooding the van. We emptied it by jacking up the van and draining out all water. We were distracted while mopping up by a happy family of black redstarts and spotted flycatchers, and interrupted by the small green and brass steam train puffing around the campsite The rest of the trip went well, with stops for Kayaking, eating, drinking, eating, drinking, walking, swimming, then up in the Pyrenees and down to the Mediterranean coast. After putting Hugh on a flight at Perpignan, to get home and earn our pensions, Liz and I drifted back through the Corbieres and Auvergne to home.
Soon after this Kontiki provided a home for Liz and Barbara at the New Wine event, ‘camping’ with 10,000 wet Christians in the mud and floods of Yeovil. Prayers for a let up in the rain were met with a huge clap of thunder, heavier rain and tents washed away. Hugh and I enjoyed a week camping in our nice home.
Liz and I spent a nostalgic afternoon in Reading University celebrating, as past graduates, 60 years of Microbiology, and the naming of a building for the first Professor of Microbiology in the UK, the memorable B.C.J.G. Knight. It is always a bit shocking to meet friends from 50 years ago, all of us slightly surprised that we had all had happy careers. Another re-union was organised by the Southampton University class of 1969 (Physiology and Biochemistry) where I met up again with previous students and research students. They were my first students and engraved on my memory; they say the same about my lectures but it seems they only remember the jokes.
In September Liz and I went up North in Kontiki to friend Nigel on the Scottish border. On the way we visited Lowick church in Northumberland to pay respect to Liz’s ancestors buried there, including 4 small children (out of the 17 siblings of her maternal grandfather). Then down through the Pennines in mist and rain, arriving a week later in South Wales for the Cowbridge Music Festival to hear niece Mary play cello in string sextets by Brahms and Tchaikovsky. Well worth driving 1000 miles for; one of the year’s musical highlights.
Clive, Tiffany and family continue to thrive, Carrington, Bailey and Kenny being so energetic and great fun. Clive mocks my Christmas brag letter so I will refrain from saying what wonderful imaginative intelligent beautiful grandchildren we have. PC Anthony continues to plod the streets to keep us safe in our beds at night.
| WISHING YOU ALL a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY 2014
From the Southampton Anthonys, written by Chris on behalf of Chris, Liz, Clive, Hugh and Kizzy the cat
November; so it is time for showing-off, lamenting or rejoicing. Whatever it is, I am told I have to do it.
I start with an important change to our lives. Sad farewell to dearly loved Peggy (RIP) and Happy welcome to young Kizzy. She started life on the streets of London, leaving her with a slightly suspicious nature, using attack mode when feeling threatened. She is a dark tortoiseshell and is camouflaged against almost all back-grounds in the house (to avoid misunderstanding I should tell you that Peggy and Kizzy are cats).
My January India visit was as wonderful as usual; five weeks in the sun with old friends, new friends, students/teaching, bird photography and my local village friends competing for time, all in the context of noisy hot colourful spicy friendly Tirupati. The tigers reported to be on campus were merely leopards. A highlight of this year was the visits of young friends from Thumulagunta village who came and danced to the music of Kid Ory’s Jazzmen.
Because of a late CSO concert we set out for France in the campervan later than usual; some of our favourite sites were therefore full so we now have some new favourites. A memorable event was a miracle/happy coincidence (according to taste); the gas fridge in the van had stopped working and the van further cel-ebrated its 23th year by forgetting how to use 4th gear. No problem as the next day we made new friends (Andrew and Di Webb) in a new favourite camp site (lac Naussac) where Andrew helped fix the gear lever sys-tem with WD 40 and Halfords 3 in 1 oil, then returned next morning to give the fridge its first service for more than 18 years.
Highlights with the City of Southampton Orchestra were Beethoven 9th (Choral) Symphony, Stravinsky Rite of Spring, Sibelius 7th Symphony, Walton Belshazzar’s Feast and Shostakovich 8th Symphony. Hugh’s highlights with the Southampton Concert Orchestra include Tchaikovsky Pathetic 6th Symphony, and two concerts in June, one outdoors with fireworks and the other with the successfully negotiated challenge of Dvorak 7th Symphony.
Other highlights of Hugh’s year included a memorable stag night (not his) in Sheffield, some pub quiz victories, a meet up of international friends, first made on a Formula One forum, including Australian Scott Russell (for a day at Donington Park race track, a weekend under deep snow in London, visiting Ali, a sporting biochemist first met on a cat forum and the recent memorable party sharing a wonderful celebration of Phil Hand’s 60th birthday (sorry again Phil that I could not make it).
Clive and Tiffany continue to be healthy and fit (as in diet, gym, running etc); their family in Hythe (Carrington, Bailey and Kennedy) continues well and happy and achieving great things, which I refrain from bragging about; Hugh and Liz enjoyed hearing all about them on a family trip in August to the Brainiac Live Show in London.
We are still suffering from our University neighbour, building on the Boldrewood site. Two buildings are nearly finished but a new one has started. It is a ship-towing tank that stretches from the top of the road to the bottom, located as close to the boundary fence as is legally permissible. It is a very noisy business, but mitigated by the two beautiful slender cranes waving at us over the fence. It should be finished in September next year, with a field on its roof surface; the residents of Oaklands way are planning to develop this as allot-ments, golf course, wild life park etc. The surface of our unmade road had achieved 40% pothole bomb craters so in an inspirational upsurge all the residents clubbed together to buy 13 tons of Mendip stones to fill them in. On a glorious sunny Saturday morning we joined the cast of Shawshank Redemption to batter the road into submission.
Last year lost our vicar at Highfield Church (Reverend Archer) (Hugh wanted me to amend this as he thinks it indicates carelessness), and acquired a new one (Reverend Archer), reflecting the higher levels of the C of E in getting our very own new pope, The Most Reverend Justin Welby who started Well-by attending the New Wine jamboree and immediately asking for the Least Reverend Elizabeth Anthony, who missed it for the first time in years, to go drinking old wine in La Belle France with les beaux Chris and Hugh. Liz continues to work in Highfield Church, on the PCC, running a home group (running me out of my home occasionally), doing a lot of prayer-related stuff and working with Communicare, taking elderly gents and ladies to social clubs; she remains teth-ered to the earth by cycling, swimming, cooking and caring for us.
Liz got very excited at becoming a great aunt for the second time when Samson was born to Claire and Andy Triggs; I hope they knew what they were doing when they named him. On my side of the family we enjoyed celebrating my little brother Richard’s 70th birthday and the wedding of Paddy and Louise (Richard’s daughter).
A very special event was the Cowbridge Music Festival organised by Mary and Andrew (Elliott). Liz and Hugh went and heard a wonderful performance of Mendelssohn’s Octet for strings, while I languished at home with stupid labyrynthitis which had caused me to fall and to slightly damage my beautiful 200 year-old Forster cello. All ended well when the fingerboard was glued back on and it had its first spring clean for about 50 years; it now glows happily golden (as do we all).
So a good year with much to be grateful for; which we are.
Final rant: Communication with Anthonys:
We find it frustrating to receive Christmas letters with no way of responding so here is an example for you all.
15, Oaklands Way, SO167PA; 02380766484. C.anthony@Soton.ac.uk; firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com; firstname.lastname@example.org. We are all on Facebook but Hugh is the only page worth visiting.
This letter is available to download on my website for better pictures and website links. http://www.chris-anthony.co.uk . France pictures: http://www.chris-anthony.co.uk/camp2013.html ; India pictures: http://www.chris-anthony.co.uk/WEBPAGES/INDIA/indiapics.html
WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR
From the Southampton Anthonys, written by Chris on behalf of Chris, Liz, Clive, Hugh and Kizzy the cat (Dec. 2014)
Dear Family and Friends: By the nature of these things the year starts with Last Christmas: Surya (a friend first made in Tirupati nearly 20 years ago) and his wife Saru joined us with Wayne, a Chinese student friend who was soon to leave UK for HK, but only after he had succeeded in solving my computer problem that had baffled the University for weeks. Too soon after Christmas I was planning to abandon my family: I was paid a grant (yet again) to visit Tirupati in India “to encourage microbiology teaching and research in a less developed country”. After more than 20 years of such visits it must be concluded that I have been failing. But if at first you don’t succeed then go and have a wonderful time again and again and again. I was met as usual by my dear friend Moin at the airport who escorted me to our hotel then on to Tirupati. The much improved road was no faster as the driver had had a heart attack a few days earlier and did not want stress. Teaching was spasmodic because of demonstrations against the proposed splitting of the State of Andhra Pradesh. A small threatening mob tried to close down my guest house but were told to go away because there is a famous Nobel Prize-winning scientist (me) in residence. They confirmed this by noisily coming upstairs to find him on the roof throwing biscuits to the monkeys. Photographing the birds continues to be an enjoyable challenge, and Barath and other young friends in ‘my’ village of Mallepalle (the ‘Scheduled caste’ part of the village of Thumulagunta) often cycled to the guest house to provide entertainment.
We set off with bikes and kayaks at the end of May for our usual tour de France in our 25-year old Kontiki camper van. After one day the gear changing became very difficult because “le synchromesh est mort”. So we bravely drove, double de-clutching over the Pyrenees, having a great holiday in the mountains and on the Mediterranean coast. Hugh flew home from Perpignan while we set off for a relaxed drive home. But 700 miles from home a horrible noise from the engine was diagnosed as a smashed drive bearing. We crept home at 50 mph free-wheeling as much as possible; ten very stressful days, mixed with all good things French. Safely home, we repaired the van with old spare parts and sold it to a one-eyed Asian Welsh conman. Very sad to wave goodbye to our 20 year friendship with loyal brave Kontiki, which had taken us 60,000 miles in 20 years.
When I asked Liz about her year she said “just the same as last year”; so here it is, copied from last year’s letter.: “Liz continues to work in Highfield Church, running a home group (running me out of my home occasionally), doing a lot of prayer-related stuff and working with Communicare, taking elderly gents and ladies to social clubs; she remains tethered to the earth by cycling, swimming, cooking and caring for us”.
Three days after collecting our replacement camper van she boldly drove off to New Wine camp, sharing our new home with Barbara Leppard. Our first family camp was in West Pembrokeshire to celebrate the wedding of our niece Sophie to Adam in Manorbier Castle, celebrated before and after in the bars and on the beaches. This followed an earlier celebration of the marriage of another niece, Mary, to Johannes; this had to be held in the parents’ garden as there was insufficient space in the lighthouse where the wedding was held.
Hugh continues working in the National Oceanography Centre Library. A memorable event in Hugh’s calendar included joining Liz on her annual Brothers Tour during my India absence; a highlight was their stay in The Shippen, the holiday cottage owned by Liz’s brother Hugh and his wife Mary (see website below for hiring). He managed a few extra days holiday to join us in September for a camping trip up to Northumberland to visit Nigel and Holy Island where the church has a window depicting his great great grandmother. He flew home from Edinburgh airport while we meandered South down the misty Pennines. This was enough experience for us to become bonded with our new van, the old Kontiki becoming a happy memory rather than a recent tragedy.
Hugh’s musical year playing violin with the Southampton Concert Orchestra has included memorable performances of Rachmaninov’s 2nd Symphony and Shostakovich’s rarely played final 15th Symphony. He is at present devising quiz questions for his orchestra’s Christmas party. My highlights, with City of Southampton Orchestra have included Shostakovich 8th symphony, Walton’s Belshazzar’s Feast and Stravinsky’s Petrushka.
Clive, Tiffany and family continue to Thrive in Hythe (What?). He has recently changed his job description, now working in the Custody Investigation Team in Southampton Central Police Station, alternating between good and bad cop. This enables him to plan more conveniently his time at home where he has laid a new floor and started an Open University Degree in Natural Sciences. Memorable times shared with the grandchildren include kayaking at Calshot, and kite flying and bird photography at Pennington marshes where Liz and I were camping. Carrington has become a teenager, Bailey (12) started secondary School and Kenny (7) swam 400 metres (certified). Like everyone else’s grandchildren in Christmas letters, all three are exceptionally beautiful, intelligent, witty, imaginative and utterly exhausting after half an hour.
Other achievements: I cleared out the garage (with the help of Matt); the long saga of the noisy fall of Boldrewood, and Rise of the new University buildings in our front garden, is reaching its welcome end. During the summer Liz achieved a swim in the Dordogne, Lac Rille, Lac Thioux, Mediterranean, English Channel, North Sea, Bristol Channel and Southampton Water. I read all others’ (very welcome) Christmas letters without sneering, cheering or jeering; please pay me the same compliment. Kizzy now manages at least one mouse per day, usually presented alive, to be warmed up and thrown back into the wild for tomorrow’s action (it keeps her off the birds).
So, we are all grateful for a safe and enjoyable year, and for all our family and friends who may have read this far (not meant to be exclusive – we are grateful for everyone and everything).
15, Oaklands Way, SO167PA; 02380766484. C.anthony@Soton.ac.uk; email@example.com; firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com. We are all on Facebook but Hugh is the only page worth visiting. This letter is available to download on my website for better pictures and website links. http://www.chris-anthony.co.uk. India pictures: http://www.chris-anthony.co.uk/WEBPAGES/INDIA/indiapics.html .
Mary and Hugh’s cottage, The Shippen: http://www.theshippencantlop.co.uk