We've all spent many years growing up playing in this garden... it's always been lovingly attended by both our grandparents. Be it growing rhubarb along the side of the railway, eucalyptus at the end of the pathway or grape vines off the side of the garage. Its seen summer bbqs, skittles, football, swing ball, badminton and us grandkids simply running a much naked. But it's with the ultimate sadness the most precious flower to grace it, our grandma, will not see it bloom this year. She passed away so peacefully surround by so much love. Anyone ever lucky enough to meet our grandma knows what a warm and loving person she was. Never a bad word, or in fact, thought in her. She had the best British accent going bearing in mine she was Dutch. She wasn't one in a million, she was the only one ever in existence. She's gone to look after Nev after two epic long battles fought in two very different battles. Nev was more than a fighter I don't think anyone would hesitate at the word stubbon, but I would prefer strong willed. Ollie you're not just a trooper through all this but an inspiration, we said "shit" but it doesnt do it justice. Nev is also going to be missing from this garden.... if you need any of us we're here. So what is the point of all this? We're all effected some more than others. But we're all cousins, brothers and sisters, that makes us family and thick. I love you all (and no I'm not in the pub.... yet) Michael Clements