I've always thought of Rhodri as an elder brother. Even though we only saw each other once a year after the de Lloyds left Zimbabwe, he occupied that role for me and always will. In all our childhood games he was the boss, a role for which he was well suited. He would look out for me and make sure that I, one of the youngest was included. Even in later years when Rhodri was recovering from cancer and was quite weak, he looked after me during my stay at Thornfield. We traipsed around Cardiff and parts of Wales having great adventures at medieval castles and by Roman ruins. I remember dancing with him, and while I had no real ability, he made me feel like I was an expert.

There was never any pretence with Rhodri. He was without agenda or guile, and always saw the best in people. He was a shining light in this oft too bleak world, an absolute inspiration. I send my love and sympathies to Vikki and the girls, Sonja, and Maf and Henry and their beautiful families. I wish I could be there with you all.