I knew Michael for over 25 years and he was the most kind and considerate friend one could wish for. Of my many memories concerning him there are two that immediately come to mind. We did two organized walking holidays together based in England. The first was in the area around Skipton. One walk started from Bolton Abbey in Wharfedale and was steadily uphill for the morning. After a picnic lunch at 470 metres at Simon's Seat we had a steep downhill to Appletreewick. I was walking just ahead of Michael on a narrow path when I heard a shout of alarm from the group behind me. I turned to look and Michael had disappeared. He had fallen into some deep bracken and could not escape its clutches. We eventually helped him out and he was none the worse for wear. For the rest of the walk the ladies in the group kept asking if he was OK and could they carry his rucksack. The following year we had a few days near Minehead in May and the first walk commenced at the top of Countisbury Hill near Lynmouth. Our transport delivered us to a bleak, wet and windswept spot high on the cliffs. We looked at each other with little enthusiasm for our walk and agreed it could only get better. It did and was one of the best walks we had ever completed. I am fortunate to remember such happy times. Thank you Michael.
I knew Michael for over 25 years and he was the most kind and considerate friend one could wish for. Of my many memories concerning him there are two that immediately come to mind. We did two organized walking holidays together based in England. The first was in the area around Skipton. One walk started from Bolton Abbey in Wharfedale and was steadily uphill for the morning. After a picnic lunch at 470 metres at Simon's Seat we had a steep downhill to Appletreewick. I was walking just ahead of Michael on a narrow path when I heard a shout of alarm from the group behind me. I turned to look and Michael had disappeared. He had fallen into some deep bracken and could not escape its clutches. We eventually helped him out and he was none the worse for wear. For the rest of the walk the ladies in the group kept asking if he was OK and could they carry his rucksack. The following year we had a few days near Minehead in May and the first walk commenced at the top of Countisbury Hill near Lynmouth. Our transport delivered us to a bleak, wet and windswept spot high on the cliffs. We looked at each other with little enthusiasm for our walk and agreed it could only get better. It did and was one of the best walks we had ever completed. I am fortunate to remember such happy times. Thank you Michael.
