One of my best memories of (uncle) John is when I stayed round Susan's and his for a couple of nights. We would all get up and I would make him cups of tea throughout the day. In the evening we would all go out to Whitecliff for a little stroll by the sea. John and I would take it in turns to throw the ball for my dog Cato and when he came back he would drool all over John, which we all laughed at!