I belong to an over-sixty exercise class which meets each Wednesday afternoon for an hour's gentle (well - fairly gentle) exercise. Ever since I started going the class has followed the same pattern.
We meet at 1.30pm and we do sitting exercises for forty minutes, then standing and moving exercises for the last twenty minutes. After that we have a cup of tea. If it is anyone's birthday we often have a special cake - last week it was one lady's ninetieth and we had a lovely hedgehog cake and sat out in the sunshine to eat it.
But up until quite recently we always had cake with our cup of tea because Nancy, one of the long-standing members, always but always baked cake specially. Sometimes it would be something like a lemon drizzle cake or a chocolate cake, other times it would be fancy cup cakes with icing. We never knew until she took the lid off the box what would be forthcoming. Without exception those cakes were delicious.
Now, sadly, Nancy has died and this morning quite a few of us went to her funeral, held in the Methodist Church in our local market town. We shall always remember her with a great deal of pleasure - she was always quiet, unassuming and gentle. And she made jolly good cakes.
We are not the only ones who will miss her. For some years she has worked tirelessly for Blue Cross Dog Rescue - both adopting dogs and walking them daily and also raising money for the charity. There was a plate in church to collect money for them.
Such a kind lady - she will be much missed.