I have such fond memories of visiting David (as we called him) and his family in the 1960s with my parents who had a lifelong cherished family friendship.  I remember how much I loved to see David’s pets, especially Charlie.

And I also recall that he was really proud of the passion flowers that he grew outside the back door.  Our next door neighbour has a passion flower that has now spread across to our own back door and every time I see it, it makes me think of David.  I have shared a photograph of this year’s crop which I think would have impressed him.  Dear David will never be forgotten, and I will always be fondly reminded of him when I see the passion flower. 

Sent with love from Julie, and also Graham and Jeanette.