My fondest memories of Mary are when I was a child and she and David used to visit us (the Robertsons) in Hawkhurst, Kent. Mary and David would arrive with 3 small children in tow and they would spend time with me in a way that my own parents never did. Mary had a way about her that made me feel loved and heard. As adults, all of the Robertsons would visit Mary and my uncle David at their beautiful home in Wiveliscombe where we always felt really at home and welcomed. Their home always left me with a sense of real safety and homecoming. It warms by heart to know that Mary can finally rest in peace with her dear husband, David, and beloved daughter Lucy. With all my love on this sad day Debbie xxx