I guess it's a part of 'getting older' that you realise that the times when you actually get too see those you like are when one amongst you is sadly taken from this sublunary abode - or, put simply, someone gets a bit dead.
Having attended two funerals in as many weeks recently, the latter for Christopher Savidge (passim), I'm minded to reflect that there are a number of people who I like, and would like to see 'more', but it just doesn't happen - apart from funerals. A few people I like a lot don't go to any of the Landie gatherings any more due to some nastiness they experienced whilst a part of certain 'clubs', which kind of makes me feel that the idea of a club is somewhat devalued as a result.
I'm proud to feel that I have made a number of 'real' friends through my selfinsh indulgence in the rotting, leaking piles of 'joy' that that I may - or may not choose to call 'Land Rovers' (I generally call them far worse). In a world where we rarely know our next door neighbour, I think this is a good reflection on what clubs, however loose the term be used, can achieve.
I hope that some of 'those' people, who I now know lurk here, will think about joining us at some of the landie events next year. I'm especially thinking about Marque Day.
Members of our true family are very seldome related.
Martyn