Covid Masks

Went shopping today, for the first time in a long time. People wear their masks in such strange ways. This guy seemed to be concerned not to let his beard catch covid!

How to draw Archbishop Desmond Tutu

Extraordinarily enough – Archbishop Tutu taught me Scripture at school back in the 1960s!

The least tribute I could do was to make a drawing video – I don’t think I’ve quite caught him. It’s not a copy of a photograph but an amalgam of sketches made from a series of photographs of him at different ages.

Here are the other versions that didn’t make it. They all look like nice guys but not The Arch! Drawing and explaining at the same time is distracting!

Desmond TuTu

Archbishop Desmond Tutu

I was incredibly lucky to have been taught by Archbishop Desmond Tutu, when I was nine or ten years old.

So it is sad to hear the news today of his death aged 90.

He was the curate at Bletchingley Church in Surrey. He came to the school a couple of days a week to teach scripture to us boys at the Hawthorns Prep School down the road.

He was always smiling and laughing, bringing parables and stories from scripture to life with enormous enthusiasm.

He had a huge personality and we all loved him. His son was also at our school. Very sporty, I mostly remember him casually knocking cricket balls for six, all around the pitch with ease.

The last assembly of term, before they left to go back to South Africa, the Head Teacher gave a farewell speech, explaining to us boys that when they arrived home, He and his family would have to go through different gates and lead separate and different lives.

I never forgot that speech and would always remember it when his face turned up, leading a march or doing something brave and fearless in the fight against apartheid.

I think his most extraordinary achievement was the setting up of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission seeking to heal the wounds of a young nation that were almost impossible to mend.

There could so easily have been a bloodbath in South Africa but Archbishop Tutu’s moral leadership established a method of bringing two disparate sides together, if not to become friends, then to begin understanding each other and put conflict aside. A blueprint for the ending of future conflicts. That is quite a legacy.

I’ve since found an old school photo from 1966 – the summer of England’s World Cup victory when anything seemed possible! We didn’t know each other’s names in those days… we answered to our surnames – practicing for military service (or jail!) when we grew up. Andrew Pugh was my best friend, whom I’d stay with at half term, when My parents were abroad – so I knew his first name!

I don’t remember Tutu’s first name. We weren’t close friends, but in the same class. He was a great sportsman whereas I was often picked last for a team!

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