Mike

Mike was the father of my best friend growing up - I’ve known him for over 40 years, since I was about 6 years old. I used to love being in the company of the family, all gathered around the kitchen table. Mike was an artist and the house was always filled with colour and objects he’d created. He loved music and sailing and I’d often find him in the back room headphones on, listening to music with a big glass of red wine. I loved to talk music and art with him, his paintings were beautiful I always wanted him to do one for me. Today was his funeral taken far too young. My favourite painting of his was used as a picture for the cardboard coffin he was cremated in - the cliffs of Hunstanton. He will be missed but not forgotten