It's difficult to explain to people who didn't know Claire what she was like. You tell them about the health challenges she faced and you tell them how funny and entertaining she was, and then you tell them how fearlessly she challenged authority and they wonder at this person and the myriad of traits that made Claire "Claire" (or "Dilley" as she was also known). Claire was a storyteller. She told Roald Dahl stories, and she told her own. And the public listened, and we listened. And sometimes her stories made us laugh, and that was the most important thing of all. Remembering Claire, my mind's eye settles on a particular image of her. She's standing slightly sideways on and is laughing and giggling - no doubt at something silly a member of the public or one of our Roald Dahl Museum colleagues had said or done. Embodying the humour in Dahl's work was surely a prerequisite to working there! (It's also worth noting that not only was Dahl's archive housed in the Museum, but it was also housed in Claire's brain. Her knowledge of his work was second to none.) Claire was, is, and always will be a significant part of a large number of people's lives. She was a 'main character' in our Museum story - she'd feature in my (and all of our) autobiographies in paragraphs and chapters that would guarantee a smile. I hope she knew how many people her stories touched and the impact that she had. And even if she didn't, others will find out. For we will always tell stories. And she will be part of them always. Holly (or HTB, as I am also known) - Roald Dahl Museum friend and colleague and boss. xx