My enduring memeory of Mick will be of the time he called two Ceilidhs at the same time at Sidmouth, one in the Anchor Gardens, one on the Ham. Deciding he could do both, he borrowed a bicycle to get between the two. He set one dance going in one venue then cycled to the other to round of that one and start another there. At one point he was gasping for a drink and stopped off in the Dove for a quick drink... only he got talking, as you do, and completely forgot the time. Some of us danced Stoke Golding Country Dance for nearly 15 minutes before we dropped to the floor.....
You'll be missed Mick.
Kathy & Jon