Julia was a student on our first-ever Arvon course and we hit it off straight away. I can fetch up so many memories of larky days at Lumb Bank over the years. Here’s one for her much-loved daughters: early morning in the garden, in maybe 1989, Julia wailing across the valley to the hillside opposite ‘I miss my babies’.
I met her last in 2003 at the launch of her brilliant book of poems Sudden Collapses in Public Places: she was on top form and the audience loved her work and her performance. She told me that she still kept a card I’d sent her over ten years earlier. That was Julia all over – a generous and good friend. Julia my dear, here’s to the next life. Meanwhile, I’ll think of you rolling a fag with the angels.