I have so many memories of Laurette from over sixty one years of being with her.  But one abiding memory from before our marriage is that of our expedition in 1962 through the mountains and fjords of Norway. We travelled on our Lambretta for nearly a month, staying in youth hostels. Laurette carried my small guitar on her back riding pillion, so we could sing folk songs along the way and learn some from our fellow travellers. 
It was one of the first adventures we had together.  There were many more. But the greatest adventure of all was that of sharing life itself. Laurette was a wonderful wife who put up with an awful lot of difficulties that her chronic condition threw at her over the last ten years.  She never lost the joy of living.  Her love will always be there for me to call on.   John