I always remember going on long bike rides with Uncle Andrew, Rhiannon, Dad and my siblings. The dogs would be lolloping around us like a pack of (questionable) wolves and we would all be cycling like mad to get up and down the hills. I remember my youngest sibling being scared of going down a hill and Uncle Andrew giving a 'helping push' down the hill... They momentarily forgot there were brakes and went wheeling up and down about 3 hills, screaming the whole way. It was like something from looney toons and it still makes me cry with laughter to this day. All memories with Uncle Andrew are filled with laughter for sure.