Some words here from Lyndsey Gill. Â Â Lyndsey is the mum of Jess, one of Josh’s best friends from school and she writes with a wonderful clarity and economy producing images so sharp you can almost smell the air they breathe.
Thanks Lyndsey for some beautiful memories
Sweeter than lemon squash you areâ€¦â€¦
This is the song my Mum used to sing to Josh.
The beautiful boy who came to Corsica with us. Gentle, funny, intelligent, braveâ€¦.
Josh and Jess, in the mountains, diving from a high rock into a deep pool, momentarily transformed in the air, beautiful young boys swift and clean as kingfishers. Then back to gangly lads, limbs spread on a rock to dry in the sunshine.
Josh and Jess, delivering leaflets for the Indian takeaway.
They shuffle off in their huge trainers, laces undone, their baggy jeans falling down.
I run out into the road after them and call out, laughing, â€œDo up your laces! Pull up your trousers! Move!â€
They turn and smile at me, gently, â€œyeah, yeahâ€ with all the folly and wisdom of youth.
Then they shuffle off up the road, round the corner, out of sightâ€¦â€¦