Walks with Margaret and Jonty
6 min readMay 22, 2020
Twelve years ago I bought a little cottage in a village far away from everyone. Margaret was a near neighbor. She was the first person to knock on the door and welcome me.
Margaret walked her dog past the house—Katie at the time, later Jonty—every morning at eight and every afternoon at four.
Her birthday was October 26th. I remembered because mine was March 26th. This made me seven…
