Always remember her laugh. I can hear her now! I took a trip as a 10 year old back to Malvern and visited Uncle Malc and Auntie Sue, she would have only been 21 then. They were living above the shops in Town. I can always remember feeling so welcome, hearing stories of them evading the rozzers on Malc’s bike in the dark hours with lights out, then leaving it parked up in a quiet corner and returning when things had died down, and her laughing! That gem of information came in handy over the following years with my own encounters. Being treated as a grown up, spoken to as a grown up, warmly welcomed into her home and laughing with her will always stay with me. RIP Sue. I will always remember you❤️.