I have many happy memories to draw upon as, with huge affection, I remember you, Nick, and the joy you brought...

The white coat,  phone box incident.

My little outing with you all and the bee or wasp that spooked me... but ended up stinging your mum. (Sorry, Tracy.)

Your ability to wolf down the now infamous "chicken cake" even after it had been dipped in building sand.

Your frequent teasing of your mum and how, blue in the face, she knew it was all in fun and just one more way of you showing how much you loved her.

The pit bikes you and Tom so loved as boys... whizzing up and down dusty lanes on summer evenings, your dad and me following slowly on foot - envious of your youth, yet delighting in every minute of it.

Not having children of my own, watching you grow up and being able to share in just a small part of your life is something I will always treasure and never forget.

Tread bravely, Nick, and build the house of your dreams. We'll all come knocking when it's our time to join you.

(Polly / Pierce / Uncle Hedgehog)