Jane McClory

It's nearly a year since you decided to leave. I still miss you every day. I remember the happy times we shared: walking on Boars Hill, driving too fast in Montenegro, drinking red wine and falling over, meeting random people in the pub or the street and mischievous, sparkly you making them all feel special. We met through Cruse volunteering so it seems appropriate to leave a tribute for you here. I've lost my confidante and the world is a duller place without you in it.