What I’ll always remember most about Margaret Hopkins was at the time when she first met our Dad. Having sadly lost our mother to cancer after several years of her being ill, both my sister Julie at age 7 and I at age 11, relished in the attention we were now getting from this sporty lady who came into our lives. We called her “Mo” before she married our Dad at which time we changed to “Mum”. She introduced us to walks in the country, ball games on the beach, surfing, tennis, badminton, camping, climbing mountains, and even how to clean a house properly! The love of all these things, with the exception of cleaning the house, and camping, has stayed with me the rest of my life! I’ll remember her too for the time when I was 21 years old and in hospital having suffered a DVT in my leg. My friends were all at university by then, so I knew very few people who still lived in Bath. She spent much time with me, visiting me every day and keeping my spirits up. Sue