I still have the email from you, jokingly asking if I’ve been to see the Queen on my first visit to London.

Now, it’s my fourth, and I think of your knobby fingers that I miss holding on to. I think of how you’d fancy the bookshops I walk into, the Columbia Road Flower Market with its visually heady display of your favourite flowers and colours. I think of your simple smile when I gave you the magnet of the Queen’s Guard those years ago.

My love for (further) travel sparked because of what you taught me. May I always be able to find good adventure every and anywhere.