My friend captured these snowdrops poking through after the recent frost - they always remind me of Manda. There was a little row of them along the path to her house and I remember her telling me all about them when I was younger.

The little things will always be the most treasured memories - warm sausage rolls fresh out of the oven, homemade pom poms, the plants growing in her house (geraniums I think) and that Christmas she didn't bat an eye when I turned up in the most shocking pink poncho...

Amanda had the warmest smile and I feel very lucky to have known her.