My lasting memory of Jack is his constant smile. As a young boy I remember his cheery manner. As an unruly teenager I remember his patience and understanding. I never once saw him grumpy. He was a genuinely kind man. Our thoughts are with you, Kate, at this sad and difficult time. All of our love John and Jo Thurlow

I have many memories of Jack (originally called "Katie's dad" by me) going back over 40 years. Some that come to mind first are: - him picking me up from my house and taking me and Katie in our ski pants and turtle necks to various venues, in particular to The Lord Raglan, a rather dodgy pub in SE London close to Woolwich Army barracks, when we were about 15/16. Little did we then know that rather than drive home, he parked up round the corner "just in case", until it was time to drive us home again. He once picked me up from a party that Katie didn't even go to and drove me to my aunt's house (my parents were on holiday). And the sad reason behind why he didn't like seeing us in our white plastic Mod boots. - His infectious enthusiasm for geology, taking us to the Science Museum when we started A Level Geology, and telling us all about the rocks, minerals and fossils in the Earth Gallery, which I think gave us a massive headstart in this new subject. Katie and I went on to share the Geology prize at school. - I loved that he and Joan came to Oxford for my wedding, and snuck into the back of the cathedral to watch. He took some wonderful candid photos of the bridesmaids in the quad afterwards. - Much more recently, I used to bump into him in my local Waitrose - once the Dartford store closed he travelled further to do his weekly shop. We'd have a little chat in the aisles. - And I have very pleased to have some of his ferns, some rare, in the woodland at the top of our garden. A great way to remember him fondly (frondly?). I will miss him.

I have three main memories of Jack: Him telling tales about the old days, the cycling club or the things he got up to with his family.. sitting up on top of the distillery during air raids!! Or being picked up by the policeman and being asked for his name!! (“John Francis Drake”!) Always that twinkle in his eye, the giggle about to burst out. Always having to be prompted but then telling the story so vividly I could see it as if I too had been there. Jack proud as punch at all Kate had achieved (quite rightly), hosting a celebratory meal - never holding court, it was always about her. Jack adored Kate - it was plain to see and shone out of him. He had the knack of being proud without taking credit - as a parent, I often think of that. And the box of ferns which he brought down to Somerset from London when we first moved in for the damp patch in my garden. They are still here and remind me of him every time I look at them. He was a kind and lovely man and I am so sad he is no longer with us.