I first met Brom as a teenager, when she very kindly agreed to drive me backwards and forwards to rehearsals. My first impression of her was that she was funny, elegant and kind, and that she'd lived a life of full of adventures- some astonishing, some hair-raising, but all told in a most hilarious manner.
I'm grateful that, through all the time I knew her, she remained completely true to herself, popping off seemingly at a moment's notice on some unlikely escapade but always returning to her immaculate home in Easingwold. In this way, she was very much like one of the many cats she adopted. It still feels like she's just nipped out again and will return, with those smiling eyes and that beautiful voice, to make us laugh once more.