Carol seemed to have endless patience and a wicked sense of humour – much needed amongst so many rumbustious brothers and their friends. There was often a quizzical expression as she arrived in her dad’s yellow Volvo estate to bail us out with lifts home after a night out.

 

One time I remember being her only passenger as we took the back road from Dalton to Pocklington to go to some event; it was a dusky early evening and Carol came to a stop at one point as a beautiful bushy tailed fox walked up the road towards us. The fox stopped in the headlights and looked at us for a long moment before moving on. It felt like a special moment and that’s what Carol could do.

 

Kaveri remembers her kindness and calm, open face.

 

Mark Campbell