From Rachel Chaplin

When I think of Carol, I think of:

Eating raspberries on Hackney Marsh at 6 am this summer, and talking and talking

Driving, and talking and talking

Two things I learned from her: ‘people are different’, ‘we’ll work it out’.

Telling wicked stories, with Ali, about our husbands when they were young (sorry guys). 

Looking at things – plants, weavings, embroideries – and talking about them

Meeting the only other person in the world who subscribed to Selvedge Magazine

Rose soap, a hyacinth, a rare book on Constance Howard’s embroidery

Drawing very, very quietly.  At Francesca’s, at mine, at Charcoal Drawing with Ali, and then on Zoom, Carol in the café in Lauzerte, me in London, hearing the Church bells ring at 11 in the village square (see garlic). And afterwards she always said: “that was good, that is so good for me”.  (She was very good for me x)

And Carol walking off smiling and smiling into the sunshine one morning this spring.