I have lots of stories related to Martin. As others have said Martin was a man who things happened to and so, perhaps naturally, stories of his adventures also followed him around.   
 
I have lovely memories of sitting in the Queens Head in Sheet playing Cribbage. I can’t remember who won or lost. And probably it didn’t really matter.
 
I recall him telling a wonderful story about a wriggly fish and illustrating it with enthusiastic hand-gestures. It was during the last year of my mother’s life and she had joined Martin and I for a meal. I cannot remember the story, but I know that we were all engrossed. Martin told a good story: he was a brilliant raconteur.  All I remember is that the fish did a lot of wriggling, each wriggle accompanied by a wriggle of the arms. And so, it was that, perhaps inevitable, with a final wriggle of the arms, the fish swam away, and Martin fell off the chair! He disappeared under the table only to appear a few moment later looking just a little confused! It has to be added, that there may have been a small amount of alcohol involved.
 
Also, Friday evening after school had finished for the week and me, Martin, Jane and Kevin and Louise would gather in the pub for a celebratory beer or two. Often, we would all end up far too pissed to cook food, except for Jane who was driving. Jane would then save the day by cooking for all of us in Martin’s kitchen.
 
I also remember Martin’s amazing cooking. We lived two doors apart and for about two years cooked a shared evening meal. Always lovely food, although Martin was a far better chef than me. We would usually both go to the QH for a beer after finishing our teaching. If it was my turn to cook, I would go to my house and prepare our meal. Martin was supposed to follow in 30 minutes. Usually, I would have to go back to pub and collect him. I can only imagine how the locals must have viewed our relationship!  
 
Thank you all of you for that incredible service today. I only met Harry when he was a little baby and have not met Freddie or Daisy. You were all amazing, paying such moving tributes to Martin and his life. It is true – everyone who met him always loved him.