Like Barbara, I’m shocked to find that I don’t have many photos of Nell. (She was of course an expert camera-dodger, which also has something to do with it.) I’ve found a picture of (most of!) Nell from when she pitched in to help me in her typical no-nonsense style when I was overwhelmed with stuff in 2017. Painting, tip runs, garden clearance… there was no stopping her. Then she insisted on taking me away for a weekend to Barbara’s to help me unwind. Thank you, Nell – it was exactly what I needed. I remember many lovely occasions at the Mill, including a New Year’s Eve party where Nell had come up with some excellent party games. She organised us into pairs, equipped us all with crepe paper, scissors and tape, and made us dress each other up as the flower we most reminded each other of. (David did me up as a nettle.) That night was also my first (but thankfully not last) experience of Nell’s famous trifle. Wow. Every visit to the Mill was an adventure and a surprise. I remember being so impressed by her cutting garden and her huge crop of everlasting flowers. She had them hanging up to dry everywhere, all beautifully placed with her artistic touch. With our shared interest in gardening, it was she that thought of and organised a fantastic clipped box ball tree from the group for my 40th birthday. The photo is a bit of a blur, but the good memories are sharp.