Nigel was Jack of all trades and master of most. From computer modeler, photographer, botonist and artist to summerhouse builder and carpenter and poultry farmer he would have a go and succeed. Oh and he wasn’t a half bad doctor either. Despite all this I never heard him once blow his own trumpet. Time spent with Nigel was always time well spent. You always, always came away feeling better. I used to love seeing that glint in his eye when you knew he was going to say something naughty. Never cruel but always funny. I was lucky enough to share the on-call rota with him and as a young GP learned so much and later in my career probably owe him my sanity. He truely was my “buddy”. We talked about many things but I never saw his eyes light up and his face and voice become so animated as when he spoke of his family. Never a negative word, only love and pride. He was a true servant and friend to the practice, the town and his patients a multi-talented yet humble man, but above all he was a family man never more happy than when at home surronded by them. Quite simply he made the world a better place. We shall miss him.