Yesterday was the funeral of a dear friend and colleague, Mike Roberts.
A warm hearted, funny and loyal man, taken ridiculously early. He had wavered from his more regular self over the last few years and was finding things difficult after having to stop working. Some lovely tributes were read at the church in Earls Barton and I will never forget him for the love and affection he found time to share my way.
I will take myself off to the vast expanse of sands at Stiffkey in the next few days where I will remember Mike at his natural best, in company of friends, joshing the kids along and genuinely chuffed at finding a Stewkey Blue.
There is a light that will never go out.
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