I saw valleys filled with flowers I saw fields of flowing grain I watched the old sunset for hours I heard laughter, I saw pain. I have said it many times before And will say it once again There is nothing more that is pretty’or Than a Fordson Major in the rain. Adapted for Tom from a poem by Nick Heath RIP Tom. Roy Harrison

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Tom. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.