My fondest memories of dad - of summer afternoon picnics next to the river at Knowle Farm, everyone covered in bits of hay & bottles of cider being kept cold in the river, of building 6ft snowman & sledging down hills on feed bags, postcards sent whenever he travelled, his stories of Africa, his unwavering support & interest in whatever I was doing for work, if I ever mentioned being homesick he would immediately offer to drive to a London & bring me home, his painting which he had just restarted (thankful that I framed one & hung it on my wall), the bedtime stories and getting him hooked on the Harry Potter books. Most of all, I will miss his hugs, how delighted he was every time we called and his goodnight texts to us all. He always made sure that we knew that he loved us unconditionally. Will miss & love you always Dad