Recollections of Pat Moody

From Tony Bray

With supreme sophistication my friend Pat Moody advised that we should travel to the cliffs at Kingsdown in search of beauty and fish and chips at the Golf Club. Pat was stylishly dressed in black leather trousers and was only sorry that we were not venturing forth in her beloved frog eyed sprite. As we entered the dining room I felt a shiver of expectation. Pat’s style confused the diners immediately as art often does.

After that all was fun and art speak and as she reminded me her mother was a founder member of the golf course so it did not matter a dam anyway.