Tonight we attended the Golden Wedding celebration of Janette and Richard Pollock, special family friends of ours and previously of my late parents. The get together was held at the Normanhurst in Sale and champagne and canapes were served in the gardens. The venue also held a special resonance with me as it's where my Mum used to work, long ago, when the hotel was run by a character called Len Profitt.

The celebration was both important and poignant due to Janette's illness (something I have touched upon previously in these blog pages) and whilst it wasn't a big affair I felt incredibly touched that we should be asked to be there. Here are Mr+Mrs P surrounded by daughters, son and grandsons.


And why, you might ask, is this blog post title in Russian? Because that is where they met, as fluent Russian speakers, travelling on the train to Moscow on the way to the University there. And Mr P? Well, he went on to be rather famous in his field, In the mid-eighties you'd have seen him frequently on the news and in the papers, as translator for Mrs Thatcher in her meetings with Mikhail Gorbachev.