News today that the great friend and protector of the Island, Harry Baglole, has died.
The Island is still beautiful ….
can be seen
the spruce-lined fields;
the red cliff rock
joins blue and green.
the quiet grandeur
of ordered farmscape
That’s Harry, in Cornelius Howatt: Superstar, from 1974.
In the final chapter of that book, Last Will And Testament, The Brothers and Sisters of Cornelius Howatt codified its own demise, finishing with:
And, finally, into the care and keeping of future generations of Islanders we give, bequeath, and entrust this Island, complete with its clean water, fresh air, fertile land and beautiful countryside, to be cherished as the very precious place which it is.
Few Islanders have ever thought as much about Islandness as Harry did, and his understanding of this “very precious place” was profound; echoes of his esoteric enthusiasms will inform us for generations to come.