I remember Anita from Winterstoke school, a harum-scarum little body, always in a hurry with her shirt tails hanging out and socks at half-mast. So much for Miss Cochrane's attempts to make us into young ladies! And then we met up again when she and John came back from Spain. a little group of us 'girls' would meet in London occasionally, have lunch and catch up. I also had several visits from Anita, John and their dog when I lived in Devon for a while. I'm sure I have photos and if I can find them in the depths of my steam-driven laptop I will happily share. Think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched, for nothing loved is ever lost, and she was loved so much. With love and great affection Rosalie