Anne and I lived next door to each other and were childhood best friends; we were always in and out of each other’s houses or out playing in nearby parks or fields with siblings and other friends. It was a very happy and carefree childhood with lots of freedom to roam; we climbed trees, made camps, had conker fights and created disgusting potions and we also learned to horse ride together.
As we grew up, we used to enjoy socialising with family and friends, going to Henley Regatta (indulging in a few Pimms), going to the pub or New Year’s Eve parties at somebody’s house. Anne came on holiday with my family a few times; down to Beaminster in Dorset and to Shingle Street on the Suffolk coast. We also went on a couple of working holidays with the British Trust of Conservation Volunteers and once stayed in what I can only describe as a glamorous cow shed with extremely basic facilities and one evening we had a custard fight when some one’s cooking skills weren’t quite up to the job (not ours I hasten to add).
Anne did her PhD with my father’s team at Harwell and told me that whenever there was a problem the team would head down the pub to discuss it and that they never failed to come up with a solution. She described my father as an inspiring man and I’m sure that Anne herself has had plenty of students who would describe her in the same way.
Anne always loved birdwatching and although it wasn’t my hobby I was happy to hear about her interest. She told me not long before she died that she had really wanted to visit Costa Rica to see hummingbirds and I said I’d love to go with her, sadly it was not to be.
Ours was a very easy friendship; we were always part of each other’s lives and, whilst geography, marriage and kids sometimes meant we couldn’t catch up as regularly as we’d have liked, when we did we just carried on where we had left off.
In the last few years, Anne and I used to love going to Wisley together and had many happy times, walking round and enjoying the gardens or seeing the butterflies in The Glass House whilst chatting non-stop about anything and everything from family, friends, politics, religion and putting the world to rights. We enjoyed outings with the kids from go-karting to swinging through the trees at Go Ape in Alice Holt Forest and visiting the Harry Potter film studios.
For my 50th birthday last year, Anne took me back to our home town; we went back to where we used to live, go to school, horse ride and the church where we went to Sunday school, we even had a coffee in the department store where we used to see Father Christmas (which hadn’t actually changed that much). We also visited Saint Agatha’s Church in Brightwell-cum-Sotwell where Anne and Mike got married and there was a beautiful Remembrance Day exhibition of the local young men who had lost their lives fighting for their country in World War 1 and 2. We also went to Dorchester-on-Thames and had a lovely walk followed by tea and cakes. We promised each other that we would go back and see bits we hadn’t had time to do….
Anne was an integral part of the fabric of my childhood and I feel blessed that she was a lovely and very dear friend of mine. I shall miss her enormously.
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