Anne Watters

Anne and I used to share this cute little moment every time I went to clean for her that I guess nobody else would know about, because it was such a small thing really, but I think it was kind of trademark Anne so I'll tell you and maybe you'll recognise why. So, under the corner of the clock on the mantlepiece hung a little Christmas decoration which Anne said she wasn't sure why she kept apart from it came from Nadine, and she obviously really did treasure it. Every time I dusted the mantlepiece I'd carefully move the little ornaments off the top of the clock and the bits and pieces all around, to give it all a wipe. Then I'd pick up the actual clock to wipe underneath. Anne would always lean forwards out of her chair and help me to hook the little decoration back under the foot of the clock, even though I could have done it by myself really. Everything else then went back carefully, clock perfectly centred to the thing above it on the wall (was it a glass ornament with flowers in? I can't quite remember now), key tucked just underneath, not too far in, not too far out. Just right. And so became our little ritual every couple of weeks, which was really a little swap of kindness with each other, a nod of quiet appreciation. I will miss seeing Anne but I feel very grateful to have had the privilege of working with her, she was very kind xx

I met Anne when she moved into her lovely bungalow in caton, she used to walk down with her dogs along the old railway line to Woodies for a coffee and a natter, will miss our chats and putting the world to rights. RIP Anne xx

I met Anne around a year ago, through my work as a private carer. I got chatting to Nadine at a Mutual friends house, and she thought I may be able to support her Mum with some tasks around the house. Anne was extremely easy to get along with, and despite her health problems she always had time for a chat and a joke. She had a wonderfully dry sense of humour, and we shared a love of dogs. I'll treasure the time we spent together and my walks with her beloved dog Poppy, she often talked about her holidays spent in Turkey, and her love of the Lake District. Although I only knew Anne for months rather than years, I'm very grateful to Nadine for introducing us and I hope she's at peace now.

I met Anne (with one E) about 15 years ago when I first moved to Lancaster. It was at “Another Fine Fest,” and me, Nadine, and a few others went to meet her at the pub. I can still picture her with a big glass of gin in hand, and we spent hours in funny conversations that day. What struck me most was her wonderfully dry sense of humour – very much like her daughters. Every time we went to Ulverston, we’d look forward to meeting up again. At Nadine’s 50th, I got to spend even more time with Anne. Her face absolutely shone with happiness as she saw how many friends had come together to celebrate and show Nadine our love. When Anne put on her spotted cape, I thought she might burst with joy – she looked stunning. Over the years, I’ve been inspired by Nadine’s devotion in caring for her lovely mum. She truly devoted her life to making sure Anne was supported, and I know Anne was so proud of her. Not everyone is lucky enough to have such a wonderful daughter. I am so sad that I won’t see Anne again. She lit up every room she entered and will be deeply missed by so many.