Thanks to all who have given in memory of Christopher. We are honoured to received such donations in his memory. Lindsay, Blue Cross

I really enjoyed our brief but many chats outside of Argenta while you were waiting for Zara. Never wanted anything from me, just to say Hi and left him to read his book and smoke his pipe! fond memories Mr. From all at Argenta. Darren & co.

Chris, You will never know this but you pulled me through the most difficult night for me in my first term in Corpus. I’d been sick for two weeks (it was Week 1) and it suddenly got worse when my cheek started hurting like crazy and I couldn’t focus on my reading which made me feel infinitely worse. It was 9pm, it was cold, no clinics in town were open, calling NHS didn’t help, and I found myself crying at the lodge because I didn’t know what else to do. I didn't have to tell you that I was just starting out in a different continent, my parents having left the week before; that it was 4am there and nobody would be awake to comfort me; that I had few friends; that I was barely keeping up with the work. You put your hand on my shoulder and told me that I was going to be all right and it was probably stress (it was). You didn’t laugh at me when I was too afraid to email my tutor; you only reassured me and got me to stop studying, email him, and go to bed. I was told that the next day you continued to ask how I was; you both talked about how glad you were that it wasn’t anything serious. To have someone care about you so readily, so sincerely... it means an incredible amount. When you were on leave from work, I was a little bummed I couldn’t say goodbye before the end of term and had to wait till January to say hello again. Nobody knew that there were to be no more hellos, but we know there will always be memories—all of them comforting and happy. I imagine you’ll be smoking your pipe while staring at the clouds, just as you used to do outside the college doors on a bright day. RIP. You were so gentle and kind.