My earliest memory is her dancing around the kitchen with me in her arms singing to me and along to 'My Guy' by Mary Wells. I think this is the deepest root in my love of music.
Those who knew me in my younger days will remember from the effort she put in ferrying me, and others to and from cricket playing for Latymer school or Winchmore Hill Cricket Club.
She was an example and a paragon of how to work hard from which I learned. Going to Spitalfields Market with her at 4 in the morning when we owned a greengrocers was a treat, especially the enormous breakfast sausage rolls that she would buy me.
From her I gained a love of nature, that ultimately lead to THAT picture.
