When I think of Derek, the word that comes to mind is gleeful, with a conspiratorial smile. We met in the 1990s when he and Denise came to live in London. I love the way Derek tells a story, and how he valued the people he knew and the experiences he had. Derek’s delight in life was infectious, even when sorting out the radiator in my Mini which I had given up on. Of late we had had great fun having lunches in Archway. I will miss the gleeful Derek I loved, but know that he felt he lived life to the full.
Lit by Ruth on 25th November 2019