Time flutters on the breeze A butterfly Memories are never linear Winging from flower to flower Flapping to remember a scene Or stunned by a dazzling clarity (From Fast Forward, Liz Fenton) Spike, you were a good friend, kind to your core. I am grateful for: Knowing you and experiencing your kindness and thoughtfulness Being witness to your love for Mel and your care for each other, and your unconditional love for Maisie and Sonny Your dauphinois potatoes The song you wrote for my 50th birthday and the many times you entertained at home, at market events, parties and at Forest Roots The energy and commitment you brought to housing law, including advice generously given to my family and friends over the years The support you provided to our Dreams of Eden community garden, including relocating a glass greenhouse pane by pane Sunday dinners and wise conversations Playing the excellent villain, Max Catastrophe, at the virtual spy camp created by Mel during Covid for Newham Woodcraft A fairy Tale of New York on Christmas Eve Yours and Mel’s beautiful wedding on the Isle of Bute Your humour and playfulness Go well, Spike. I shall remember you for ever with love