Summer has gone. The vineyards are gold and russet, the terrace wet from last night’s rain, the sky West of Scotland grey and the air chill. Peggy died this morning. Dear Peggy. A couple of years ago I looked after her in her daughter's house in nearby Montfort sur Argens after she fell fracturing her arm and cutting her legs badly. An ex-colonial born in Africa where she lived until her husband’s retirement, we bonded over Doris Lessing, Muriel Spark and Karen Blixen. S