Last time I went down foxen dam was with Ian, we laid in a field, having a smoke looking at the stars making shapes from them, wasn't till we got back to the flat we realised we had been laid for hours in cow sh*t. We reeked but could not stop laughing. Just one of our mad missions and special memory I have of such a fantastic man. Oh God that lump is back in my throat tears in the eyes, miss you mate love you always xx He really was a legend, there was the joker side to him, and the caring side, he hardly knew me when he gave me home got me out of my depression and really looked after me, so many memories of him. The first night I met him he asked if I wanted a cuppa, 10 minutes later I hear a commotion in the field opposite, its only Ian chasing a cow with a pan trying to get some milk. I knew at the moment there would never be a dull moment in my life again, and there wasn't xx