In Weymouth. |
I moved to Westbury in 1987 because of work and lived in a
bedsit in Church Lane. I started frequenting a pub called the White Lion on the
town square. On the right-hand side was a room where all the hippy and punky
types of Westbury used to congregate on the benches around the pool table. It
was there that I first spotted Sara. She was a lot younger than me; I was about
35 and I would guess Sara was only about 20. She was very nice looking, but
never at the centre of things, always sitting quietly on the edges, observing
the goings on. She was very shy until you got to know her. We gradually became
friends. Whenever there was a jumble sale on I would see Sara there. She started
visiting me at my bedsit and I would go and visit her. She lived at Westbury
Leigh with a friend Jane. It was like a farmhouse with open countryside out the
back. I think Sara really liked living there. She also had another friend
called Kate who she got on with very well. I think Jane and Kate knew Sara a
lot better than me.
Messing About. |
Sara was sensitive and got upset about things very easily.
I think she was highly intelligent as well but didn’t know what to do with it.
She was a free spirit. There is a song by Richard Thompson called Beeswing and
the words of the song remind me of Sara, ‘she was a rare thing, fine as a
bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away’. I started living
in a flat in Maristow Street with Kim. She could be very jealous. Kim did not
like me having female friends. Sara was the exception though; Kim became good
friends with Sara as well. I think she recognised a kindred spirit. I didn’t
share the same music taste as Sara though. I liked Van Morrison and folk music;
Sara liked The Pixies and Captain Beefheart. I still have a cassette tape of
Clear Spot by Captain Beefheart that Sara made for me.
Glasto. |
In 1990
Kim and I had one of our regular bust-ups and I went to Glastonbury with Sara. I
had a ticket for the festival, but Sara did not. She wasn’t worried about minor
details like that though. She didn’t have
a train ticket either, but the train was so packed it was impossible for them
to check the tickets. The security at Glasto were searching everyone’s bags
looking for stuff that they could confiscate for themselves. It worked to our
advantage because while they were going through my rucksack Sara sneaked past
on their blind side and just strolled through the gate with no problems. I don’t
remember much about the music that year, but I think we had a good time.
Weymouth. |
Another nice memory I have of Sara is one day she asked if
I fancied going to Weymouth for the day. The weather was nice, and we went on
the train. It was good fun. We did lots of silly things like playing bingo and
going to the amusement arcades. I think that was the very last time I ever went
swimming in the sea.
Jane got married to Steve and they moved to Ireland. Sara
lived in various places after that. She started going out with a man whose name
I can’t remember, only his nickname. They used to visit us occasionally,
but things were changing. They had a baby, but that relationship ended,
and Sara went out with someone else who I can’t remember at all. Eventually she
moved to Poole.
We kind of kept in touch and I have a vague memory of
visiting Sara in Poole at her mum’s house and I met her brother I think, but my
memory of that is very hazy.
Part of Sara's letter. |
We hadn't heard from Sara for a few months until in February 1998 we had a letter in which
she told us that she had breast cancer which had spread to her lungs. I think
she made the mistake of not going to the doctor soon enough. Kim and I visited
her in Poole hospital one Saturday afternoon. She was being very brave and even
sent us out to buy her some lottery tickets. A few weeks later we were on
holiday in Ireland when Steve rang to tell us the news that Sara had passed
away. We didn’t go to the funeral.
I sometimes wondered what became of Sara’s children Rosa,
Corey & Alice. I never made the effort to find out though.
This January by
chance I met Kate in the street and Sara came up in the conversation. Kate told
me that Rosa now had her own band and had even played in Westbury. I looked on
youtube for the Rosa Gray Band and found them. I was pleased that Rosa is doing
well. Then yesterday I got a message on Facebook from Alice via Jane. She said
that she was trying to learn more about her mum from Sara’s friends. I told
Alice I would write a story about what I could remember of Sara and add some
photos. That is why I wrote this story. I hope Alice likes it.
Kate sent me this photo a couple of years ago. I'm the one on the end sitting next to Sara. |