Thinking of Betty everyday. No reminders are needed but my eyes alight on a little holiday momento she brought back and memories come flooding back. Every other day I use a little wooden grinder she gave me and it reminds me of coven weekends, sharing the making of a meal, the shared laughter as we sat around the table. I remeber the wee walks at Warren Mill to shake offf the cobwebs (and the fuzzy head), paddling in the sea at St Andrew's beach on a cold November day as the light faded, playing football with rolled up Christmas paper in the long, long hall at the creepy house near Girvan. Many good memories of friendship and sisterhood. Betty's light will never fade. Thinking of you all. Irene