The obituary notice of Susan Marie WARD

Susan, we started as colleagues but ended as friends; you struggled for so long always with good humour. Rest easy now xx

I remember the trips our little gang of Royal Holloway undergraduates made from Kingswood Hall to the Fox & Hounds, and to the Happy Man, too. (Many years later you and I came across a pub sign from the Happy Man when we visited the brewing museum at Burton-on-Trent on a quest to find a bottle of Wulfric Ale.) Back then we conversed on many things, but I don't recall that we talked much about mortality. We were young, invincible, and our futures lay before us. But now you are gone. As a graduate of English, you would appreciate the epitaph from Prospero's speech in The Tempest: "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep."