No memory of Christine would be complete without thinking of Son Torrella and the many wonderful holidays we had there.

Son Torrella is not your usual Spanish holiday rental. Set in the middle of ancient olive groves far from the holiday beaches of Majorca it is a magical place. Slightly crumbly, a bit faded but overflowing with charm and character it was the holiday preference for many years for Chrissie and Tony, and Lyn and I and many other friends.

Holidays filled with fun, laughter and music.A place where at times sitting in the garden in the quiet of the evening before dinner, we would reflect on the simple joy of being with such good friends.

Chrissie was Mother Hen. She was the one with the shopping list, the one who organised the splendid meals we had. The one who was always in the centre of our happy gang of friends. The one who was always laughing.

At the end of the holidays Chrissie would always say ' We must come back again next year.'

And we did, for many glorious times.

Chrissie loved that place.  We all did but for Chrissie it held a special place in her heart.