Why wellies you may ask? Well wellies have formed a big part of Gwen’s life. Whether they were pink, black blue or even polka dot They were essential footwear from a very young age. on the Shropshire farm with parents Brenda and Trevor, or playing in the river with sister Rachel and brother John. Through our courting years when camping or walking the dog in the countryside, or down on a windswept winter beach wellies were a must. The day before our wedding some of you might remember the reception venue was flooded, the flustered event manager expected a distraught bride to be, But had not bargained for Gwen calmly returning from the car with her trusty wellies to organise a recovery plan. Later the following day the wellies came out again, for a moonlit walk across the fields, from the reception to the parent’s farm, Gwen still wearing her wedding dress. At work the scourge of all the local businesses the white wellied Gwen would dispense her judgement firm but fair, And what is a British summer holiday without waterproofs and wellies for sandcastle building or rock pooling with the kids. Happiest by far, in her wellies stood amongst the flowers admiring her garden. Gwen my love you will be missed wellies and all. Thank you, Brenda, Trevor for bringing up such a wonderful daughter, who I have had 30 years of happiness with.