I was among the little group that ran with Serge on that Tuesday morning. He was determined that day to do 5k without stopping and raced on ahead of us over Chiswick Bridge, full of beans as always. Over post-run coffee at we all chatted and laughed as usual. And we were all shocked, stunned, to learn what happened next after he went home, after our coffee. I met Serge round about pandemic time. I had come out of West Middlesex hospital after a month, narrowly surviving a critical illness, not Covid. I was hobbling up North Rd, think I was still using a stick, and he and Phil were at Torelli East, having a post-run coffee. Thinking they looked likely lads, I invited myself to join them and within five minutes had been recruited by Serge, himself not long out of Kingston Hospital recovering from Covid, for parkrun. He literally helped get me back on my feet, up and running. It changed my life. Sadly I had to miss the St Anne’s event - I was representing GB in the World Triathlon Championships in Spain! And that was in good part thanks to Serge and his friends who became my friends, and all the lovely new friends I met through his unfailing and gracious gregariousness. His endless optimism about human nature is a legacy that I hope will never be forgotten. Goodbye Serge. We will always miss you.