One of the most memorable holidays was when in 1974 we went to Calpe in Spain. Mum, Dad, Steve and myself flew from Heathrow. Very exciting as it was the first time (and only time!) I have been abroad.

We had a great 2 weeks. I nearly managed to flood the bathroom in the villa when we arrived. I'd never used a shower before. I didn't know you were supposed to pull a curtain across... 

Towards the end of the first week, Mum had to get her hair done. Afterwards she was sat nicely on the edge of the swimming pool donning her rubber ring. Dad crept up behind her and pushed her hard into the pool. She shot down into the water and shot just as fast back up, just like a rocket. She was not impressed to have to make another visit to the hairdressers!

It was in Spain that Dad taught me how to swim. It was lovely to learn in nice warm water. Such wonderful memories from a very special holiday.

I was so lucky to have Dad in my life. We had a great relationship, so easy to talk to one another and even to keep each other company if there was nothing to be said.

It's a comfort that he was so sure in his beliefs and that one day we will all be together again.

Xxx