When we first moved into our street, I can remember explicitly stating that it would be risky to get to know our neighbours too well. My trepidation was annoyingly thwarted by the friendly faces that kept popping up over the fence. Through need, often necessity, affinity, solidarity and finally love our group grew as we began to share our lives, the ups, downs and roundabouts.
I cannot claim to fully understand the pain that our friends went through when their daughter Tilly died of lukemia at the age of 8 but I can attest to the collective connections that were formed as a consequence. Cemented on one most memorable demented evening with tears, laughter and a never-ending game of trivial persuit.
I have been lucky enough to be able to record the lives of this company of extraordinary people and watch these spectacular & beautiful children grow into magnificent adults.
