When we were kids, you were like the big sister we never had, the leader of our little gang. Whether it was playing on the beach at Studland, around the farm at Saxley or sat on Castle Hill in Mere having a sneaky fag pinched off the old man. We only saw each other a few times in the year, but it was always fun, more so in recent times when you and Rich came over for Sunday lunch or we came to you.

Peck on the cheek and a drink in hand, we could chat away for hours. The picture I shared of us all in the rain last year with your cheeky little smile and your dimply cheeks - fun times as always. Sadly missed and never forgotten.

Gary, Em, Mya and Zac Lister xxxx