Hey Andy, As I sit here looking out at the view from the cabin contemplating how to say goodbye I am reminded of celebrating your 61st birthday here last October over beer and brats in Leavenworth. We were heading to Seattle with Ian to celebrate the upcoming arrival of your great niece Zoey with a few stops to taste and buy champagne on the way! Jamie and Erica were so happy to share that special day with you and I am so glad you also got to spend time with Cath, Sarah and Beth. Some lovely recent memories to look back on. It makes me so sad that we don’t get to create anymore memories together. It also makes me very sad that I no longer have either of my brothers here to reminisce over our shared childhood. Those freezing cold summer vacations on the beach near Edinburgh. Remember the time when mum and dad ducked behind the wind break to eat the last penguin biscuit and lost Euan for ages because he couldn’t find them ( they did feel very guilty!). Fishing for crabs in Newquay, Wales and then discovering we were eating lambsie for dinner. Mum chasing Euan up the garden In her wooden scholl sandals. I could go on but those memories don’t mean anything to anyone but us. You have always been my gentle older brother. Even as a young child you were happiest growing plants, collecting ants, fishing for taddies in the local pond and I was always happy to tag along. There were the weekly trips to the local pet shop to add to your tropical fish collection which evolved into keeping numerous tanks of killifish in the basement. This has continued to this day as Hester can attest to! I do feel I ought to mention that you were also a tad accident prone as a child. The uncontrolled hurtling down valley road on your bike into a pile of nettles meant that none us ever had bikes growing up. Well at least that’s my excuse for barely being able to ride a bike in adulthood. The broken collar bone that was an accident playing kick Stone one to three with the neighbors (I did offer to go beat up Andrew Skett for you even though it wasn’t his fault) the urchin spine in your foot that ruined a perfectly good day at the beach. Most of all though Andy, just like our dad, you will be remembered for being a kind, gentle and all round lovely bloke who we will all miss dearly. My only hope is that some how, somewhere you are sitting having a beer and a good laugh with Euan. Good bye big brother. Much love your sister Trina.