Trisha was the eldest of 12 children and was born in a small mining village in the heart of Sherwood Forest. We used to play in the woods and surrounding fields all the time at the weekends and school holidays we would be out from dusk til dawn. Our favourite places were "Oaky Island" the "Three Corner Wood" "White Gates" the "Flood Dykes" and the "Hills & Hollows" where we would go tadpoling. Our imaginations were endless with our own ready made gang, we were always together. As we got older Trisha had the urge to travel and as soon as she could she took off for the bright lights of London and from there lived and worked all over Europe, travelling the rest of the world as she went. Although she wasn't around much in them days, just popping home for the odd weekend, I knew exactly where she was and I could go to her any time or just pick up the phone and she would be there, always, with her sound advice or a shoulder to cry on. I could count on her to make everything right again. I still know where she is but I can't go to her, I can't pick up the phone and she can't make everything right because she's not HERE anymore and thats what's wrong and it will never be right again.