In the wildest of seas crashing on the shore, we feel you near. I the gentlest of lapping of the waves we know you are close. As the sun goes down over the sea at Trevone, we hear you laugh. You are not gone Geoff, just in the next room. With treasured memories of the gentlest of souls, always our big brother and uncle. Annie, Dave, Alan, Tom, Sam. xxxxxxxxxxx