In memory of my lovely friend Jane. A wonderful partner at bridge. I will always remember her calm and gentle approach to the game. We shared many successes and failures, with equal pleasure. Just happy to be playing together. I will miss her so very much. Gillian Foulkes

Jane will always be Auntie Jane to me. She was so much fun, so quick to laugh and to see the amusing side of a situation. And there were so many situations when we were growing up! So many memories. There is one that really stays with me because it speaks to how, when we were six children meeting up for fun and adventure weekends, it always felt like Auntie Jane was on our side really. We kids had hidden the receiver of a baby monitor behind the cistern, and lay in wait in another room for an unsuspecting adult to go inside. Unusual and ghostly noises would then be broadcast from our dark bedroom, scaring the bathroom occupant and causing a mass search for the culprits! I would have been about 10 years old, so 39 years ago, and I can still recall Auntie Jane's reaction - she laughed so hard there were tears rolling down her cheeks. We learned so much from her adventurous spirit, from her embracing of life and everything it had to offer.

A favourite poem Sea-Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.