Yesterday morning Mary and I went to look at the recently completed memorial to Farley Mowat. I am pleased that those of us who worked on it managed to rebuild it pretty much the way I think Farley would have remembered it.
It was not difficult to imagine he was there too, as I peered at the shadow Farley cast onto the stone boat structure.
That evening we came back again and stood around as the sun set, and talked with some friends, and remembered him again, and felt he was with us.
