

She loved people, nature and scones.
Eulogy
Christine was the first child of Joe and Eve. In her early childhood she lived in Heworth with her parents, younger brother Michael and sister Kathryn. Her mum sadly died from breast cancer when Christine was 7 years old and Christine, with Kathryn and initially Michael, then lived with Aunty Margaret, her dad's sister, together with her 3 cousins during the week. From very early on, Christine used to take Kathryn on the number 36 bus from Fenham to Worswick street, and then the 520 to Heworth, to spend the weekend with her dad and Michael. She used to talk fondly of the big fish suppers her dad used to prepare for them on a Saturday night. Crab sandwiches and prawns piled high. I think this must have been where Christine's love of fish dishes and tiger prawns began! She baked for Sunday tea before the drive back to Fenham. A packet of Tudor crisps as a treat for the journey.
Family was very important to Christine. Her nephews and nieces were very precious to her. Christine's passions and interests are shared by each one of them.Rosie, with her love of fashion and style, Christine enjoyed the trips to the ballet and to Manchester to see you. Tom with his teaching and science background and love of family. Christine really appreciated all your help with any IT and gadget difficulties. Joe with his design and creativity. Christine very much enjoyed the terrarium workshop you did together. And I have the photograph! Hannah with her career in nursing and love of outdoor pursuits. She really enjoyed her trip to Edinburgh to spend time with you.
After Christine completed her degree in nursing at Hull University, where she made lifelong friends, she eventually settled in Newcastle and worked as a health visitor in North Tyneside. Colleagues describe her as being passionate about her work and rigorous in the support she gave people. Christine's heart was in working with families in the community.
She had to take early retirement in June 2020 sometime after her breast cancer diagnosis. She did have plenty to keep her busy though and with Malli, her partner for the past 7 years, they could share joint interests of holidays, art, music and walking in the hills. Christine also introduced Malli to a good Gin and tonic! Malli describes Christine as the most beautiful and courageous person he has ever known.
When Christine was diagnosed with a brain tumour on September 25, 2025 she approached this with her typical single mindednesses, strength and even humour that she had shown during her breast cancer treatment. Christine wanted to live as long as possible and see family and friends as much as possible. With the help of Michael, Kathryn, Malli, friends, Marie Watson the specialist palliative care nurse, the team of wonderful district nurses and carers, Christine was cared for at home for a long as possible.
Eventually Christine moved to St Oswalds Hospice where she chose to spend the last few weeks of her life. The loving, caring staff led by Consultant, Andrew Hughes made it possible for Christine to fulfil this wish.
Christine's friends were very important to her. We will all have our own memories. I would like to end with some words a friend (Judith) wrote to Christine after she received the Sacrament of the Sick, which is the food for the souls' final journey.
'Always packed ahead of time.
Smart four wheel for that city break, backpack for Borneo, or a buen camino.
This time, no need for just the right makeup in the roll out wash bag, the colourful sarong, the elegant scarf, the Hepburn shades and the wide brimmed hat, the walkers and the lookers.
This time, carrying light,. No bag but a soul full to the brim with the sounds of joyful choirs, soulful jazz, Italian opera, birdsong, cafes full of laughter.
With the taste of large gin and tonics, smooth chocolate, Seaham Hall afternoon teas, Sicilian pasta.
With the smells of new born babies, incense in the cathedral, Christmas wreaths, a salty sea breeze, jasmine in the Alhambra.
With the sights of NewYork from the top of the world, Striding Edge on a summer's day, a Tyneside movie, Lindisfarne, a garden in full bloom.
With the touch of fresh white towels in a spa, soft scented hand cream, warm hugs.
Left for us, treasured photos, wise advice, beautiful memories, always given with thought, grace and fabulous taste.
Plants watered. Door Closed. Keys, money, phone.
This time, faith, hope and love.'
(written and delivered by Jill Hearne)
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Those that tell of how you came to know Christine and of memorable experiences that you might have shared with her will help build a picture of how she touched so many of our lives.
I was very saddened to hear of Christine’s passing. I knew her through the work I carried out for her over the years, and she was always a pleasure to deal with. She spoke warmly of the people in her life and was incredibly supportive, often recommending me to others — something I’ve always deeply appreciated.
Christine will be missed. My sincere condolences to all who knew and loved her.
One of our favourite memories is when we saw Christine sing with her choir at Durham Cathedral.
Christine had so many adventures even in the short time we knew her. She reminded us how to live life richly and purposefully. We are very sorry to hear of her passing and will always fondly remember her adventurous spirit and zest for life. Xx



I feel as if I know Rosie, Tom, Joe, Hannah and Katherine as she always talked about you so fondly. I didn’t meet you Mal, (though I worked at the same place as you), but I know you made Christine very happy.
She will be so missed. My thoughts are with you all at this sad time.
Ruth xxxx
My favourite and most enduring memory has to be when I stayed with her in her flat in Howden for a few months back around 1996 ... during some disaster or other in my life.
I remember how the bath plug didn't quite fit, Christine informed me that I just had to keep topping the bath up with hot water... I bought her a new plug...
Then there was the front of the cutlery drawer that used to fall off, the pots with no handles and the tin tray I used to knock over every time I unplugged the kettle, oh... and the pedal bin lid used to clang against the wall...
One way or another, I used to wake her up early every morning... she put up with me though... (it was all down to my being 'ergonomically challenged" you see...) We did laugh about it though... eventually... and then more and more over the years.
Time moves on, I moved away, but we stayed in touch.
When I last saw Christine in September, she took me to her lovely little house to show me what she had done with her garden, all perfectly designed and perfectly Christine ... truly lovely ... I was so pleased she had it all just how she wanted that I had to hold back my tears.
I will miss Christine's forthrightness, honesty and generosity. I hope I was as good a friend to her as she was to me over the years.
Sleep tight lovely lady.
Christine, the strawberry girl
Christine, banana split lady
Christine, the strawberry girl
Christine, banana split lady
Loved you, often with disagreements but always good friends love Vee xxxx
though they have long been extinct.
There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world
even though they are no longer among the living’
(Hannah Szenes).
I’ve discovered so many things about Christine since she died. I knew that she had a habit of taking copious notes: I’d seen the notebooks, but never found time to read them all. What I hadn’t realised until I read them was how thorough Christine was about documenting her life and keeping track of significant happenings and events, especially those involving people that she knew and loved. For example, there’s a 2016 diary full of outings and meetings with family and friends; many journals detailing day-to-day reflections on adventure holidays, both far and near; copious notes documenting the many health challenges that Christine faced; and lists, there are lists of shared cultural events, such as theatrical productions, operas, movies, musical performances and art exhibitions.
I came away from reading these journals and diaries thinking This is not someone who drifts through life. This is someone who has taken full charge of the life that she’s been given. Someone determined to make the most of it. Someone who, in the most generous way imaginable, wants to make a difference. We need look no further than all the stories posted on this memorial website to know that she made a difference in our lives and those of many others.
Szenes’ poem speaks of the fragility of life and of the illusion of permanence. It might give us cause to question what we understand to be ’real’ or what we think of as the ‘here and now’. The poem does not end there, it goes on to speak of resilience and hope in the face of hardship.
‘Those lights are particularly bright
when the darkness of despair deepens.
They are the nourishment and the strength,
the solace and the courage,
we need to continue in the present’.
Christine and I used to joke that if our paths had crossed earlier in life, so different were we back then that we would never have come to know each other. Luckily, we met relatively late in life. A virtual friendship started on Match.com grew into a lasting partnership. Such was our relationship that neither of us could imagine our lives without the other. There were good times filled with brightness and joy, and there were challenges that we faced together.
Christine knew better than most that every day is a blessing, not to be wasted, and that every life experience and every person is precious, not to be forgotten. Still, it takes an enormous amount of courage and inner strength to live your life to the full knowing how and when it will come to an end. In those last few weeks, from all of you – our wonderfully supportive families and steadfast friends, Christine’s loyal work colleagues and intrepid travel companions – came extraordinary acts of generosity, compassion and kindness. Your deeds, thoughts, prayers and meditations lightened our hearts and gave strength to Christine.
Not long before Christine went into the hospice, she made what for her were two epic journeys: The Lake District that for so long challenged and inspired her; and Sheffield where, dressed in all her hiking gear, she took her last short walk. So loved was Christine and so at peace was her heart that when she passed away on Christmas Day morning, it was as if she had simply decided to take a final stroll across the heather. I imagine her now, head tossed back with that irresistible smile, bound for another great adventure.
Christine, from your journals and diaries and the stories being told among family and friends, every day, I come to know you a little more. You are the most extraordinarily beautiful and courageous person that I’ve ever known. I love you with all my heart. Your light shines so brightly now that for us all, it is the nourishment and the strength that we need to continue in the present.
Where to now Christine?
I have a-lot of photos of her ( she was very photogenic) mainly prints
I’ve been very lucky to have known her for the last 20 plus years .she truely lived her life to the full . We definitely had a good laugh and some great times.
I was lucky to have spent a lovely time with her in the summer at our spa weekend and more recently as well , My deepest condolences to Kathryn Michael malli and her Rosie Tom Hannah and Jo.
Rest in peace Christine, you will always have a special place in our hearts. Xxxx
I joined Christine, Jill, Pete, Bev and Graham to celebrate New Year in Scotland (2002-2003). We stayed at An Cladach, North Connell, near Oban. I’ve attached photos from that holiday. A mixture of walking, building a bonfire on the private beach for our Hogmanay celebrations, a meal out on 31st and a Murder Mystery dinner at home, I think 1st January 2003. (I’ve also attached photos from a flat meal out, Pete and Dave’s wedding and Pete’s 60th birthday) Christine looks the same in them all!
Going through my diaries and boxes, I’ve found cards from Christine, which I’ve kept. One, being a handmade Christmas card of Prague’s bridges.
I can concur with Christine’s love of scones and we’ve shared many coffee shop experiences, the last being to The Traders on 31st October 2025. I also agree with her determination, as although it was evident that getting ready was an effort for her, Christine still wanted to go and wouldn’t compromise on the venue. We enjoyed coffee and yes, a scone. Christine was even planning our next catch up venue. Sadly that wasn’t to be.
It is evident that Christine’s life has touched so many people and has left so many memories, with me and all her friends and family. The care and dedication she gave to the families she looked after should also not go unnoticed too. A former colleague told me recently that ‘Christine was an incredibly hard worker, who always put the families first’. I was able to share this message with Christine.
You may no longer be with us but you will never to be forgotten.
Rest in peace Christine
With love
Ann Geddes xx















Over of almost 40 years of friendship we shared so many holidays together, from sleeping on greek beaches and monastery cells whose walls were covered in mosquitos when good humour and sundowners got us through, to travelling further afield. Borneo, Malaysia, Kerala, Vietnam, lots of Europe including Italy which was a country Christine loved. Opera in Venice was a must for her. Walking the Tour de Mount Blanc and also some of the Camino de Santiago were other highlights. Much of the Camino was completed in sandals rather than boots due to Christine having massive blisters that had to be treated with honey plasters every evening. Christines determination to complete it showed me how strong a person she was and how she overcame so many challenges in life, by having a plan and putting it into action. Her strength if character and determination were so apparent in recent months and shone through this recent illness, doing as much as she could for as long as she could. it was a privilege to be with Christine on her final trip to the lake district in November with Mali and Kathy. Precious times and precious memories. I will miss you my dear friend. Xxx

It’s taken me a while to sort through my photos taken with Christine as there were so many!
I’ve posted just a tiny few to give a flavour of our friendship over the last 25 years or so
We met through our mutual friend Sue Rose ( Welsh), when they worked together in a GP practice in Heaton
We kept seeing each other at events and nights out arranged by Sue, including her own wedding to Ian
Christine and I then started seeing each other a bit more regularly - we both lived in Gosforth and had a shared love of Martin Stephenson and the Daintees, cheese scones and good wholesome politics. We were both Guardian readers and loved film, books and music – although our tastes were often chalk and cheese
She loved Downton Abbey. I hated it. She despaired of my love of The Smiths. I don’t love folk music
However, Christine and I were good Tyneside cinema buddies, went to several book readings, cookery workshops & comedy nights together and she tended to come to me for supper on a regular basis for homemade veggie suppers. This continued throughout this Autumn even after her recent diagnosis. I would normally let her go through my fridge so she could tell me what she wanted me to cook. It was always a bit thrown together but we had many tasty suppers and despite saying she couldn’t have alcohol, she always seemed to manage a sneaky glass of wine over an old episode of Sex in the City
She joined me on several holidays getting to know some of my friends well over the years and of course, got to know my family - especially my girls Polly & Phoebe and their Dad Roger. Christine was kind to Margo when she came to live with us from Kyiv four years ago and Christine was even a fond friend of our wee Westie dog Monty, despite her normal aversion to anything with four legs!
We had many weekends away and memorable trips to Nice, Dubrovnik, Paris, The Lake District, my 40th in a French rock stars mansion in La Vendee plus many nights at my cottage in Northumberland with lots of beach walks, pub and grub sessions and garden BBQs
One of her last night’s away from home was spent with Mali and I in Northumberland and surprisingly she managed & enjoyed a short walk on Beadnell Beach. This was the last time, Christine tasted the sea air.
That was just back in November
Our thoughts are with Mali, Katherine, Michael and the Gill family x
Rest in peace Christine x
With love Fiona, Roger, Polly, Phoebe and Margo
X









I met Christine in 1988 at the University of Northumbria, known then as a Polytechnic. After completing our Health Visiting Studies in 1989, we seized the chance to embark on our first great adventure together beyond Europe. We travelled to Kenya to visit our friend Jill, who was working in Sudan, and it proved to be an unforgettable experience.
We were young, carefree, and eager to explore the world. Despite Christine’s fear of creepy crawlies and certain animals, she embraced every challenge with remarkable courage and good humour. She coped with living in a house without a single glass window, safari camping on a very basic tent, and even camel riding through the Egyptian desert. There are countless stories from that journey—far too many to tell here—but they remain cherished memories.
The favourite soundtrack as we travelled was Bill Withers’ Lovely Day, a song that still brings those moments vividly to mind. That trip marked Christine’s first big adventure, and she was fortunate to enjoy many more throughout her life. She will always be remembered for her spirit of adventure and the joy she brought to those who shared the journey and her love of the great outdoors.
Rest in Peace, Christine. X





Jill encouraged our impromptu rehearsals and supported all our performances from the audience along with Malli and our families and friends. The choir was incredibly important to Christine to the end - during her illness it provided a welcome routine and positive distraction and focus. She was practicing her words for the last winter performance as her health declined and then sang along with the choir from the audience in November -this sadly turned out to be her last outing. She continued to listen to recordings on her phone and sang along during our various visits at St Oswald's Hospice. We are singing one of her favourite songs from our Sing United performances - “The Parting Glass” at the requiem mass, joined by friends from both choirs. Enjoy your heavenly choir Christine ❤️💚🎶xxx





In 2006, Christine named us the “Crafty Ladies,” a title that carried almost 20years of joyful creative adventures, fuelled by scones, mince pies and good wine. Christine especially loved Christmas florals, card making, ceramics, printing and woodland foraging.
Through celebrations, retirements, COVID beach gatherings and Christine’s later illness, her warmth, imagination and determination kept us together. Christine will always be with us—remembered, toasted and dearly loved.
With love,
Jill, Anne and Sue XX ❤️






I'll miss meeting for lunch and swapping our latest news, all whilst putting the NHS and the world to rights!
Rest in peace my friend.
I met Christine around 1992 when she lived in Grosvenor Gardens and I moved back to the North East after two years in Spain. We shared a love of movies, cocktails in rooftop bars and sunny trips away. She, Jill and I had a wonderful Easter week in Andalusia, watching the amazing processions in Cordoba, Sevilla and Granada. Young and foolish, we hadn't booked ahead for the Alhambra so the only way in was the early morning queue. For the only time in my life I was first in a queue! Such a pleasure to be able to share those fabulous gardens with her and Jill.
Among other memories there was a freezing long weekend in Amsterdam, riotous Magaluf, the New York trip for her big birthday, and a fair few weekends at Red Lion Cottages in Cotherstone near Barnard Castle where six of us would get together to put the world to rights. She ticked a Eurostar trip off her list when we had a Brussels long weekend in November 2024, laughing most of the time. She picked the hotel near the Botanic Gardens, and we were almost locked in there, after cutting back through at dusk. We also joked that we were nearly 'kidnapped' by the hop on/hop off bus driver as he'd finished his shift but said he'd drop us off anyway near our hotel. We made it off the bus, ready for more chocolate shops, mussels and a G&T later that evening. Always a story to share, a photo of Christine smiling.
Others have already described her so eloquently, what she loved and what made her 'Christine'. She will be so missed. Here's to you, Christine. Buen camino.


My previous post with a funny little memory that Christine and I often recalled…we went with our lovely mutual friend Fiona, to the Melrose Book festival about 12 years ago. One of the speakers was Joanna Lumley, who we all wanted to see. Her talk was great, and after I wanted to buy her book and get in signed by Joanna, Christine queued up with me, and in a sea of Anoraks and waterproofs Christine and I stood out, well, we had packed smart and were off for cocktails! Joanna Lumley glanced up at us as we stood together when we got to the front of the table, and she said “gosh darlings you look Gorgeous” !!
Goodness knows how many times we have remembered that compliment and giggled about it. It’s a sweet memory and one I will always think of when I remember Christine. ❤️
I will miss her support through my own personal challenges, our regular chats with coffee and of course scones, very much.
My house has little pressies dotted around so thoughtfully gifted to me by Christine over the years.
and then one final gift, when I saw Malli over the New year and he gave me a Christmas gift from Christine. That was bitter sweet, Christine, thinking of others when she was so desperately poorly herself.
Such a gracious heart and soul, who has left us far too soon.
I send my deepest sympathies to Christine’s family, Mali and treasured friends. Lots of love Jo, Amy and Henry.
I visited her a year ago in Newcastle for an afternoon whilst on a weekend with friends, and it was a highlight of a lovely weekend! We had a good chat and she was very engaging, generous and kind as always (offering that me and my friends could stay at hers if we didn't like our accommodation). I'm sad that was the last time I got to see her but I am very grateful for it. She will be very missed by the Quinceys xxx

Even though we were staying in mountain huts they went prepared to dress up, cocktail dresses and full make up one night I recall.
In the following 20 odd years we spent many New Year’s in cottages in Scotland and the Lake District. Snow, ice, blizzards, mist - no problem, you could always see Christine in her red jacket. Never anything but red.
Random memories: walking home one night on New Year’s Day about 4 o’clock in the morning coming from a ceilid on Arran hoping we could remember where the cottage was.
I think that was the year we played some ridiculous murder mystery game where Christine played a chorus girl and wore a sailors hat - I’ll keep looking for the photo though Christine might prefer I’d lost it.
Self catering in a cottage - Christine always cooked something special, usually something from the latest Ottolenghi cookbook. And how about this for a thoughtful present: on my 65th birthday she sent me an Ottolenghi hamper. Thank you Christine.
In 2005 a few of us drove around southern Morocco for two weeks. Our own road movie. Christine loved the sun and I think she also came to love the desert landscape and the ruined kasbahs. Any trepidation soon transformed into a sense of adventure. The photos show a typical Christine - laughing, smiling, well turned out and with an extensive wardrobe somehow contained in a small case. And always the first to be ready to start walking.
What a star!






I have only known her as someone living life with cancer but her resilience and determination were so impressive. We had many chats about life and health as 2 ex health care professionals and I loved to hear her stories of places she had travelled to before cancer.
I return to Sing United next week and will sing out for her and remember her with love.
We first met her at Malli’s Graduation when I was privileged to be invited to attend and then Barbara and I shared a celebratory meal with them.
We always found Christine to be a kind and caring person and together with Malli ( my nephew) they made a lovely couple.
She met challenges cheerfully and logically and always had her life in order.
She was a loyal friend and remained curious about people and life.
Following uni she took all opportunities for professional development and travel, keeping her family and friends at the centre of everything she did.
She visited my family in Budapest with her friend Jill and it was lovely to catch up after a few years of living in different countries.
We visited her in her lovely garden soon after lockdown and it was wonderful to visit old haunts in Hull last year.
She met the challenges of her illness with characteristic bravery and sense and it is so sad that she has had to suffer and leave us at the end of her struggle.
She will live on in our hearts and memories.
I am thinking particularly of Mali and Michael at this difficult time and hope that Kathryn's health improves soon.
X Kate Higham and family
It's fair to say that Christine and myself are very different personalities, but we quickly became firm friends!
You don't often come across someone who throws herself 100% into everything they do. Christine never did anything half-hearted. She was also a dream come true for the professionals she came into contact with due to illness. She followed their advice and guidance to the letter. However, she also researched everything herself in great detail, so she certainly would keep them on their toes.
Christine has had a number of personal challenges over the years, and perhaps as a direct result, she has lived life to the maximum. You only had to mention wanting to go away somewhere and Christine would immediately suggest that we could go together, she would research travel options, and swiftly email the information through. As a result, we had a holiday in Corfu in 2016, then another in Malaga in 2022. I will never forget Christine, she was a very special person who never gave up on life, and I will miss her a great deal.


child Protection was an emotionally challenging area of any HV’s caseload but Chris approached it with compassion, understanding and crucially, non-judgementally.
Looking at the photos included in this memorial I was struck by Chris’s beaming smile on all of them. She lived life to the full with many exciting holiday adventures. The tragedy is of a life cut short at such a young age.
Go well Chis
I met Christine in 1979 in the first weeks of our first year in University at Hull. She initially came across as an incredibly studious and anxious young person with a strong religious faith and a love of Newcastle. As the weeks turned into months Christine emerged as a fun loving and adventurous person. In the early days at Thwaite Hall Christine often talked about her sheltered upbringing and her limited experience of life. Over the four years at University she seemed to embrace the challenge that this presented and throughout her adult years seemed determined to fill the gaps with extensive travel and experience of other ideas and cultures. She never stood still. One notable holiday that she shared with my family revealed that she did not know how to swim. My mother set about teaching her.... in the sea. Unorthodox and brave she was willing to give it a go. She was never reluctant to tr new things but equally she had the strength of character to ditch things that were not working. She was offered a PhD place with Prof Jenny Boore at Ulster University. She gave it a go but decided it was not for her. I offered and I can't remember how or why this occurred to go and pick up her stuff in my small green ford fiesta and drive her back home to Newcastle. Looking back the trip was textured by the last vestiges of what is quaintly referred to as the 'Troubles' - an odd word for such violent sectarian conflict. The army looked under my car for devices with mirrors at the ferry terminal and my drive down the Falls Road, heavily etched with murals and graffiti, left you in no doubt about the recent violent and political landscape. Into this Christine had entered without it seemed to me much concern about her own personal safety. I was surprised at just how much stuff she had accumulated and was worried I would not get it all in the boot of my car. Christine had a massive collection of coat hangars which kept falling out of the boot and which she refused to leave behind. At her house in Newcastle I met her father and Uncle Norman and was able to vouch for the accuracy of the fond impressions she had given of them while we were at University. I cannot remember exactly why she left Ulster University but she was not someone who would put up with things if they were not working.
I kept in touch with Christine sporadically over the years, mostly by telephone (very very long calls) or if the occasion allowed in person. It was always clear to me that Christine made the most of the hand she had been dealt, she embraced life, latterly with a grim determination. She recounted stories of situations she had been in films and theatre, restaurants, galleries and exhibitions she had visited. The telling of these stories was always lyrical and dynamic, scaffolded by her Geordie accent and sayings. It is this essence that I will miss because it reflected her love of life and willingness to get stuck in.

I met Chris in 2001 when I started at the Child Protection Team at ARC. Not going to lie, she was a perfectionist who could NOT use a computer haha! I became her personal secretary as such and so fond of her, always with her lippy on and so smart and professional.
She would ring and say, Claire...I said just fax it down (FAX!!!) it down Christine and I'll sort you report out.
Bless her, she was one of a kind. Sending condolences to all her family and friends...another gone to soon.
After 2 weeks in a hall with full catering we were all a stone heavier, calmer and being thrown into our medical and surgical wards with a rude awakening of the horrors of real life. With the help of snacks from Jacksons/Grand ways, left overs from tea downstairs conveniently below our rooms , cup a soups and endless walks around the gardens we bonded and survived. Who can forget going to Christine's room for an enticing coffee or tea made with dairy maid powdered milk.🤣
I remember being in awe of Christine on our first ward together. When asked about a diagnosis she piped up with congestive cardiac failure and gobsmacked the sister in charge. I just kept quiet thinking please don't ask me anything as I know nothing🤣.
Luckily we renewed our friendship after uni through posts on Facebook and zoom meetings in lockdown.
Our reunion in Hull was fantastic as Christine was well. We were in a holiday inn. It was like being back in Thwaite again. In and out of each other's rooms. I made biscuits and brought real milk. Perfect moments to treasure with a much loved friend. Sending love to Christine's family/friends. Xxxx











Christine (aka “Cookie”) and I first met in 1979, at Hull University where we studied nursing with Liz, Cathy and Kate (The Hull Crowd). Christine and my birthdays both fall in January and we celebrated with a joint 21st in Hull in 1982 (a function room above a pub!). Christine’s choice of dress still caused her upset many years later; it was quite a strait-laced button up collar affair and she was mortified that she’d chosen such a frumpy style! She made up for that mistake through her glamorous style choices later on. Christine was known for her raucous laughter at times and Thwaite Halls long corridors amplified this laugh very effectively. We weren’t your average students, liking trips to Beverley and Bridlington and yes – scones!
Christine was incredibly neat and tidy, her room had nothing out of place and she was a very conscientious student, with copious note taking after each tutorial and lectures. Later on, she did (as we all did) wonder why our student years weren’t more impressively decadent and carefree (Kate excluded from this 😉).
Third year saw us rent a traditional terraced house. No health and safety regulations for HMOs implemented there. One inadequate bathroom, slug trails in the morning, blocked sinks and frozen toilets in the winter all adding to the character. There was even a maggot episode; this was an all-time low matched only by all our gas fires being deemed unsafe and unusable. These goings on were a far cry from the wonderfully exotic adventures and luxury spas that Christine later enjoyed and revelled in.
In October 2024, “The Hull Crowd” met up in Hull for a trip down memory lane and Christine was in great form and it was so good that we managed this time together again. I’ve lovely memories of meeting up with Christine over the years, latterly in Edinburgh and Dunkeld (some photos added to the gallery) and calling in to see her in Gosforth either to or from my parents in Greatham, Hartlepool. She was always so thoughtful in choosing things to see/places to eat and making the most of what she could do. She also arranged to send me Malli’s incredible art book when she knew I was taking some drawing lessons (a work in progress).
A few weeks ago I had sent Christine a card which included a quotation by Lemm Sissay (attached as a photo). She messaged me to say how much she loved this saying – she really tried to live this way, despite all the difficulties and obstacles she encountered. We will miss you Christine.
Special condolences and heartfelt thoughts to Malli, Kathryn and Tony, Michael and Jean, Tom, Rosie, Hannah and Jo.

I was lucky enough to meet Christine when I first joined Inspiration choir in 2017 - we bonded over our love of singing and our (well my) sometimes healthy cynicism over the more sentimental lyrics. Exactly the same age, and with many shared life experiences, as time went on we discovered we both also loved gardens and gardening - Christine taught me so much - good food and travelling (most of that done latterly by Christine, thank you for all the photos of near and far flung places).
Christine was always the most stylish person I know, with a zest for life completely undimmed despite all the challenges. I will remember you in so many places and in so many ways, rest in peace my friend x
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