I was really sorry to hear of the passing of Imogen Skirving last Friday, in an accident whilst she was away in Menorca.
Imogen was one of life’s one offs, unique and wonderful. A night at Langar Hall always left you with a store of stories, and not just about the food and drink. If Imogen was about, and she usually was, then she would walk around the tables and have a good chat.
Or explain there was nothing to worry about, that women cartwheeling down the hallway was quite normal. As she put it, it was fine, they were doctors.
Langar Hall is a wonderful, beautiful, eccentric place and full of happy memories for so many of us in the local area, and beyond. You were as likely to find locals like us there, as people like Paul Smith (I sometimes think he actually lives there, we see him often enough) through to Jools Holland and Sarah Lancashire.
And everyone got the same greeting, the same treatment.
I suppose change is inevitable when someone such as Imogen passes away, when they have been such an integral part of the atmosphere of a very special place. I’d like to remember her for the many funny occasions there have been there, and thank her for those. My thoughts go out to her family, and the staff at Langar Hall.