My earliest memories of Kate are of being child at our house in Polgooth and waiting excitedly for her to arrive - late, of course - with Chrissy and Tim in what I remember as a old red Citroen 2CV. If I have remembered that wrong, than that is certainly what she should have been driving as it always seemed to suit her perfectly.

In a world in which I was never exposed to much difference, Kate was a constant who showed me that a bit of difference was not something to be afraid of, but celebrated. And, having grown up assuming all her ideas were completely quirky, I was surprised and delighted to realise, when the two of us went for lunch while I was visiting Jamma in Plymouth, that I had come to agree with her on pretty much everything. I got there eventually.

I will remember Kate as kind and gentle and having fantastic earrings. Unlike so many people, she had an idea of what the good life was, and worked to try to bring it about for herself and others, even if it meant unusual life choices. But she never seemed to judge or intrude. I remember sleeping in her attic once when I needed some space. She welcomed Louise into the family with great opness and expressed such delight in seeing Freddie.

We are sad we did not see her in person during lockdown, but we are so pleased to have seen her for her 70th. We bought a metal dragonfly for the garden that day and will think of her every time we see it.