It's been a while since I last checked on this tribute which I created it seems, a very long time ago. 7 years has now past since my Granddad past away and for me, that seems a entire lifetime ago. Sat at my desk at home wondering what the future holds for me, I thought it was time that I added a thought from myself to this page. My memories of my Granddad are some what fuzzy. Only being as old as my youngest brother, Jonathan, is now when my Granddad passed away, I can only recall a few, but very precious moments in my life with him. One of the most memorable of these moments has to be when Josh and I received our Hornby train set from the beloved Santa Claus. I think the excitement on our faces matched that of Granddads when we got the track up and running and set the train off on its journey around the track. From that moment numerous hours were spent adding track and buildings along with a collection of trains, a few, presents from Granddad which I have still got kept in pristine condition in their original boxes. Sadly time moved on rather fast, Josh and I have grown older and the train set has since been boxed away safely, waiting for one day when we'll get it out again and relive that moment we had all those Christmases ago, sadly without our kind hearted and very much loved, conductor, granddad. Rest in peace Granddad, we all miss you dearly.

Today for some reason I felt like checking Colin's page. It is a sunny day and I type this whilst sitting in the garden, surounded by the boys - now older but still arguing as all kids do - cutting the grass and doing various other jobs. We have had some difficult times what with redundancy et al and I find myself wondering what advice Colin would give me in managing these times. Although he not physically, I imagine Colin sitting accross this table from me, drinking his tea and advising caution and perserverance. In my mind's eye I see his posture and facial expression and can here the intonation in his voice, so clear is my image of him. I am taking his advice and, having a faith - albeit not always the most concentious, though nonetheless genuine - know that Colin is still here, intangiable, but still present. A presence that is ambient and ethereal. There when needed. We miss you still and yet, know you're there...Thank you for that. Nicholas

Colin Walduck was my father in law and a fellow member of the railway industry. Furthermore we shared the same birthday - 26th November. His good humour and quiet acceptance in the face of the devastating illness from which he died was quite inspirational. A wonderful husband father and grandfather. So loved and now so sadly missed.