Sandra our  friendly neighbour along the road always greeted us with her lovely smile,  a chat and offer of help if needed.

I joined Sandra on her daily walks when we would talk, laugh and generally put the world to rights.

As we walked she encouraged me by saying come on Carol big strides as I panted up the steep hills of Hastings with her next to me, chatting away as I gasped next to her. We became Friends on those walks.

I miss our walks Sandra, I miss my neighbour, I especially miss my friend, but now every  time I'm walking up a steep hill I can still hear you next to me saying  come on Carol big strides, and it helps every time.