One of my favourite memories of my mum is of her sitting in her caravan watching the birds at her bird feeder and drinking a cup of coffee. She took so much pleasure in the little things, which I think may have been the secret to her happiness. She adored that caravan and it makes me so happy that she got to spend time there with lots of people that she loved in the last few years of her life. She always had her priorities right.

I also love remembering her at festivals (us at Eden below circa 2013). She came alive at them. She especially loved that first cider after putting your tent up when you'd just arrived. She always said there was no feeling like it! She would plonk herself down on a wonky camp chair, wearing a gigantic fleece, can of Strongbow in hand, and go "ah this is my favourite place". Every. Time.