For me, there are so many, it's hard to choose. I also have incredibly fond memories of travelling with Dad in his lorry when at Tompkinsons and Mumfords. Listening to lots of good music and eating at diners. It was a huge adventure. Also of Dad helping me with cars and motorbikes. He was very good with them, and actually a skilled and patient teacher. ...most of the time. But later, in my worst moments, Dad was both a good and trusted listener, and wise counsellor, and I knew that his love and care were reliable, regardless of my choices. He was always my hero, and remains such.