From the day you said "would you like me to get rid of them for you" as I stood looking at a mole hill, we became friends. And get rid of then you did! We arrived home one day to find a mole lying on the patio. John and Huw were overjoyed that you had remembered that they had never seen one. For ages we didn't know your name and you were affectionately known as "Our mole man" and you still are today. Dear Oliver, such a kind and thoughtful gentleman. I will miss our chats about farming life, your holidays with Yvonne during your obviously happy 60 years of marriage and so many other things. Oliver, you may be gone but you will certainly never be forgotten by us.

Night night

Marian, Stuart, John and Huw