First impressions: he was tall dark and handsome, with an electric smile and a glow of warmth around him like the Ready Brek advert. Clad usually in shorts, odd socks and a raggedy woolly hat, he would greet you with open arms before clasping you in an affectionate hug. In many ways he defied convention but in a creative, positive way, which benefitted others, for example with the company he set up with friends in Edinburgh. (He used to boast about how he never wore a suit - but of course when he did he looked fab). Quite simply, he was just such fun, always up for a laugh, sociable and interested in everyone around him.
Next: us swimming in the Mermaid Pool at Burgh Island, and diving off the platform in the middle; with Jonathan choosing to do a spectacular somersault and making an almighty crash as he did so.
Easter Sunday last year: a gorgeous day at Soar Mill Cove, with an Easter egg hunt (with melting eggs) for Finn and my boys. Jonathan was the only man swimming and as we took pictures of the group before going into the water, there were lots of jokes about "Jonathan and his harem". He then shot off and swam around the Ham Stone about half a mile off shore.
Then there was the first time I ever swam with Jonathan, one December day at London Bridge in Torquay, where we ventured into one of the caves. There was a big swell and we all shrieked with nervous laughter as we were unceremoniously lifted up and then sucked down as the water ebbed and flowed; a very bonding experience (which Jonathan video'd, to hilarious effect) , which I think gets to the heart of why us swimmers seem to become so close. When you're out there in the sea, you all look out for each other; it is an intensely shared experience. Jonathan's death seems so cruel and so unfair. But he, of all people, can truly have been said to have lived life to the full. Dearest Jonathan, I hope you are enjoying endless swims in the great ocean in the sky.