Guy's warmth and humanity shone through his approach to life and science (which were always indivisible). The lab was an extended family, which I feel privileged to have been a part of. Many of us have tried (unsuccessfully) to reproduce that environment of seemingly casual yet deadly–serious science, enveloped in warmth, support and care. Guy and his lovely partner Eleanor have been true examples of generosity, love and openness. Aside from the concrete accomplishments in his life and work, he leaves a legacy of dedication, brilliance and (let's face it) mischief. Guy was an example to live by. Salut. Leo Caves, York
			CCP4 workshop at MBU, Indian Institute of Science
	I had visited York during the January of 2007 for the CCP4 study weekend on Molecular replacement. I had the privilege to stay with the Dodson family and spend a lot of time interacting with them and learning from them. They never for a moment made me feel that I was not one of them. It was like a home away from home. Such a blessed experience. Anita Chacko, National Centre for Biological Sciences, Bangalore		Dance floor of the CCP4 study weekend 2007, Reading
		A curious stage in Yorkshire protein crystallography Not long after Guy's arrival in York, he, Pauline Harrison in Sheffield, and I in Leeds started to have joint activities in order to promote protein crystallography in our 3 Yorkshire labs. One particular development was that we all wanted to set up computer graphics systems, but we realised that such systems were so expensive at the time that the Science Research Council would be unlikely to have the money to buy three. So we hit upon the novel idea of applying for one system to be bought, to be shared by the three labs. The proposal was to rotate it between the three sites, with three months in each location; the move to be made by my research technician, with one day each week to be available to each of the labs where the system was not residing at the time. Pauline, Guy and I were invited to meet the SRC committee in London one day. While the three of us sat in a waiting room, the SRC committee's secretary invited us to meet the Committee one at a time in turn - to his astonishment, we looked at each other, and refused the invitation, saying that we wished to go together. This was grudgingly agreed to, and the Committee chairman tried to probe us with the aim of having the system placed permanently in one of the locations. We steadfastly refused, with the final outcome being that we had our way, as we did not want any one of our labs being seen as more significant than the others. The apparently eccentric outcome, with the "rotating" graphics system, worked perfectly for several years, until we provided good enough cases for each lab to have its own system. We did continue to meet together, though it was not long until CCP4 was set up, providing a national forum for joint activities. Tony North, Astbury Centre for Structural Molecular Biology, Leeds
			CCP4 workshop 2008, Indian Institute of Science
	Guy Dodson.... Man with Boyish enthusiasm and mischievous twinkle in the eye. As a visiting student to YSBL, I had the privilege to stay with the Dodsons' in their house for full year. I had very close interactions with Guy quiet often and was always impressed with his enthusiasm about anything and everything in life. A man full of life and openness he was a fantastic speaker on any topic starting from science to politics to Crime. He was no doubt an inspiration to many. I am attaching few collection of photographs of the good time spent with Guy. Nishant Varshney, CSIR–National Chemical Laboratory, Pune
	National Chemical Laboratory, Pune
			Christmas at the Dodsons'
	Guy and Eleanor visited us and stayed in our house in about 1965. It was just after the structure of insulin was determined. They had brought a model which travelled in a large wooden and perspex box. Guy was invited to give a talk at the University of Chicago. In those days we had Allegheny Airlines run a service from Lafayette to Chicago. They used old DC3 planes left over from the war I expect. When I took Guy to the airport he naturally wanted to take his model with him into the airplane, rather than getting it checked through. The airline agent then started to look at the model very carefully and suspiciously asking stupid questions. I felt rather annoyed that this airline agent was making a fuss about the model. I was happy to have eminent scientists visit my new home in Purdue. This kind of treatment would not be encouraging for future visitors. Then I foolishly said something like 'Perhaps it is a bomb'. The agent looked at me and smiled telling Guy to board the plane. I returned to my lab which was very close to the small airport. In fact the airport was and is part of the Purdue campus. When I got back to the lab I received a phone call asking me to come to the police station. I arrived at the police station which was at the center of the campus where I was questioned about what I knew about Guy. Would he bring a bomb onto a plane? Eventually I discovered that Guy had been taken off the plane and was actually being questioned in another room at the police station. In due course the police started to understand that I had made a rather poor joke. However, ever after there was a notice at the airport that said 'Making jokes about the safety of aircraft is a Federal offence'. Guy relished telling this story with all kinds of possible additions, suggesting that whenever he flew on a plane in America there would be a big man (FBI agent?) sitting next to him and keeping a watchful eye on him. I remember Guy and Eleanor letting off fireworks in our Garden in Cambridge on Guy Fawkes day, trying to ride a T–bar with Guy at the first Hirschegg meeting in Austria and Guy rescuing his twin brother Morris from the Cambridge police. Whenever I saw Guy there would be re–telling of many old stories, mixed with interesting comments on society and the latest hot structural news. I find it difficult to think that I will never again be able to experience Guy's banter that was so full of warmth, fun and wisdom. Michael Rossmann, Purdue University, USA
	Guy was such a dear friend to me. I want to contribute two photographs with Guy, both taken at the ECM–21 in Durban, August 2003. Best wishes to all friends who will gather in honour of Guy! Mariusz Jaskolski, Poznan, Poland
	Guy with Rob and Leong
	Guy with Justyna, Rosa's dad and Carlos		Kate, Guy, Rosa, Rob and Leong
	Farewell party organized by the Dodson's for PhD students leaving York Rosa Grenha Guy with Rosa and Claudia		Guy and Rob
			Guy in the lab with Richard, Judy, Jiping, Shirley and Bing, 1988.
	Lab celebration, 1988.
	Tony, Guy, Jiping and Bing. Guy and Eleanor have been family for my wife Kalyani and myself. This has been true in relation to many other friends of theirs as well. Guy, often along with Eleanor, frequently visited India and interacted closely with the structural biology community in the country. Guy was an outstanding crystallographer and an unobtrusive but effective leader. Above all, he was a splendid human being, full of fun, warmth and generosity. The scientific community has lost a valuable colleague and a dear friend. M. Vijayan, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore.		Remembering Guy Bing Xiao, NIMR, Mill Hill.
	Joking in Madrid		Miguel, Maria, Guy and Chandra, Madrid Our hero. This is how Stefano Benini and I, postdocs in York in the early 2000s, called Guy. Exaggerated? Guy's infectious energy, his inspiring intelligence, his generosity, his ability to make you feel unique, his beauty inner and external, Guy's sense of humor and his joyful laughter... what else but the attributes of a true hero? But if I had to choose one word for Guy, I would choose 'passion'. Somehow, all the unforgettable discussions I had with Guy were about passion: passion for science, for knowledge and philosophy, passion for music and literature, passion for curiosity and creativity, passion for social justice and politics, passion for love, for life. Guy managed to keep, sometimes against odds and difficulties, his passion alive. But 'against' is not the right word here, because fighting feeds passion. I think that is what made of him such as strong man, a forerunner, our mentor, our hero. Writing about him in the past tense is not only painful but nonsense. If we can keep alive a drop of the passion that Guy breathed in us, he will be with us. Hasta la victoria. Miguel Ortiz Lombardia, Marseille
			YSBL Christmas party, 2011 Juan Loredo, York
	" There are people who you like and there are people who you should get along with ". Professor Guy Dodson to B.Gopal on the topic of the lab and collaborators (NIMR, Mill Hill, Feb 1999). B. Gopal, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore		Murthy, Guy, Vijayan and Gopal (Molecular Biophysics Unit, Indian Institute of Science, January 2009)
	Guy with students after his lecture (19th January, 2009). Guy was a centenary professor at the Indian Institute of Science, Banglore.		Guy on the occasion of his 72nd birthday (with Gopal and his lab at the MBU terrace). A cricket match followed this party.
			Guy receiving a navigation award for his NZ nephew Michael Walker in ~ 2010.
	With Xiao Bing at a soiree at the Royal Society in about 1988. Queen & Philip donated money for Chinese science after their 1986 "slitty–eyed quote" visit and the Royal Society put on a display for them to show there were already links between China and the UK. Bing & I worried about what shoes to wear.. and Guy got cross! Still it was fun. Eleanor
	Meetings with important people...		With Grace. This animated gif is something I prepared for Chandra's talk at the Dodson's symposium in York in September 2004. Guy had mentioned that a particular water molecule in Chandra's simulation was moving as Tarzan, jumping from liana to liana, to get into the active site. You can guess the rest.
	Dinner at the Dodson's, June 2012.		Miguel Ortiz Lombardia, Marseille
	Guy was our scientific collaborator and a good friend. Jiří Jiráček, Prague
	Marek, Guy and Jiří .
	Guy loved swimming and would often ring Heather and me up in the middle of the night (!) and say " How's the beach? Have you been for a swim yet?" Ted Baker, Auckland
			Visiting the Dodson's in Oxford (~1970) Don Steiner, Chicago
	At the top of Pike's Peak in Colorado in ~1972 when the American Diabetes Association held a scientific meeting in Colorado Springs, just south of Denver.
	Guy with Jim Jamieson, a young Professor at Yale who had studied the secretory pathway of the exocrine pancreas, to his left. Arthur Rubenstein from Chicago is on the right and Philip Oyer, a Med/Grad. student working with Don Steiner, has his back to the camera. We had driven up in a car which explains the absence of any hiking gear. Don Steiner, Chicago
	Guy with Dorothy, 1985.		Guy was passionate about many things: ideas, music, cricket, but particularly about Science. To him, it was much more than a job and it was one of his greatest pleasures, which he enjoyed with a refreshing almost childlike innocence and directness. Its ideals of the open–mided and imaginative pursuit of truth through the study of the world about us; its intellectual honesty; rationality; rigorous observation; ruthless logic; objectivity; and its aim of pushing back the darkness of ignorance in a common cause, collaborating unselfishly in a fellowship of like minded individuals, each doing their bit to the best of their ability, informed his life. Guy lived this life with a lightness of spirit, a selfless generosity and a great sense of fun. His great mentor Dorothy Hodgkin was very proud of him, of his science and of his life. Maurice
	The excerpts reflect Guy's interest in the arts. For example, he says of King Lear: "The stupid old man was mad." I don't know if many people realize how much Guy liked opera. Wally I listen to a lot of radio – music especially. Bach, Johann Sebastien (mighty) Bach just rivets me. He is both prodigious and yet close. Thats a consolation. It was very good of you to draw my attention to Nixon in China. I knew it was coming to Radio 3 but dont know if we can see it at the local arts movies, it does some Met stuff but not all. We saw the opera in London about 4 years ago, more perhaps! It knocked me over, the music got to me (I didnt expect that), the story absolutly of our time and seminal about people and politics. I more than enjoyed it. We are going to National Theatre plays transmitted to the local arts cinema. Decently saw Hamlet – blindingly good; and then last week King Lear which I found less convincing. The stupid old man was mad, the issue was more for me what the children did but Lear dominated. What he said of course put shivers up my spine – that Shakespeare! Both plays were made and acted with complete conviction, riveting stuff. Keep in touch and enjoy Nixon – and watch Kissinger. Take care and all the best, Guy		Excerpts of emails from Guy Dodson, the cultural side Wally Mangel, Brookhaven National Laboratory Its good of you to keep in touch. I have also listened to some of the Wagner, Die Walkurie? indeed!! – with mixed feelings! Musically its so powerful, astonishing really – but he aint Mozart and there is a strong intensity that maybe bothers me. Though I had a friend, a very good singer, and he said he got the most pleasure ever singing Wagner, so there is certainly something there! The Opera North production has got very good reviews I notice and I am very glad you have been able to hear it. We are increasingly being made aware of the US political scene. Will Obama win. Its hard to think about but so much with Obama has not worked out. All very difficult. We will be thinking of you in November. All the very best with everything – including your lovely nucleic acid roller coasters. Take care, Guy
	Your letter with the opera selections has arrived. It knocked me over – added a lot to the Xmas ambience. I have the Marraige of Figaro in my computer, playing to me as I write. It is so lively and crisp and the music just radiates. Completely lovely. Do you have any plans to visit Europe in the next 6 months or so? If we got notice we would organise an opera. I am impressed by the images. I do see that the kringle pattern fits landscapes. Its more than nice that we can compare the natural large and molecular shapes. Finally the computer tape picture of your wife is marvellous. I wonder how Eleanor would feel about the medium having had at one stage of her career too much of her energies applied to coping with their unfolding tendencies. Incidently Venki sends his best! I trust things at Brookhaven are OK+, I will keep in touch, All the very best, Guy
	Wedding day, 1965.		Kate, Eleanor and Guy with Richard, Vicky and Philip.
	Outside 101, 1980. Tom Dodson, Kate Evans, Nick Cutfield, Ruth Cutfield, Phil Evans, Sue Cutfield, Eleanor, Carol Evans with Tom Evans, Guy, Richard Dodson, Philip Dodson, Vicky Dodson and David Evans.		Camping in Northumbria, August 1982. Guy, Phil Evans, Carol Evans, Philip Dodson, Eleanor,Tom Dodson, Vicky Dodson, Kate Evans with Molly Dodson and Tom Evans in front, Ali Dodson and David Evans.
	Guy with Carol and Phil Evans.		I first met Guy when I was sharing an office with Phil Evans at the MRCLMB in the nineteen seventies, and Guy used to drop in. It was apparent he was a special kind of person, and not just as a scientist. He was one of those you immediately love and respect (with the possible exception of the puns!). When we moved to the University of Leeds in 1985, guy became a firm friend and mentor, as well as a fantastic (albeit God–less) godfather to our elder son. I have many anecdotes, but my favourite is Guy's advice on how to handle the administrative side of working at a university. When I arrived at Leeds, he told me the golden rule was to throw all communications from the university administration that came in brown envelopes straight in the waste bin, and never be tempted to open them. He did admit, however, that he had done this once to an appointment with the VC, so it was not without risk! He is sadly missed. Simon Phillips, Rutherford Appleton Laboratory
	With Peter Colman, Stockholm, July 1973. Memories of Guy: John & Sue Cutfield, New Zealand		Dorothy's 80th birthday. Eleanor, Neil and Guy.
	When we joined Dorothy Hodgkin's group late in 1970 Guy and Eleanor were on the other side of the world enjoying a long holiday with family following the triumph of the insulin crystal structure determination. Dorothy was genuinely concerned that they might choose to return to the antipodes permanently so it was a memorable day when she burst into the room we all shared in the old brick building in South Parks Road, waving a blue aerogramme letter from Guy, her face wreathed in a huge smile, exclaiming "Isn't it wonderful, my Guy is coming back!" So before even meeting him we knew he must be a special kind of person. We were immediately taken by Guy's enthusiasm and sense of purpose. For him there were many questions concerning the biology of insulin that could be addressed by examining the structure of insulin in as much detail as possible. We worked to get better maps using better crystals and higher resolution data, and Guy would pore over the hand drawn electron density sections; every hydrogen bond and every water molecule was important, unexplained density was analysed in terms of alternative conformations or partially occupied ligand sites. "Come and look at this" he would say "What do you think of that?" His excitement was palpable. It should be remembered that Guy was also an excellent experimentalist in those days, whether it was mounting crystals in capillary tubes or lining up axes from precession photos – he was quick, accurate and totally absorbed in the task at hand. Although Dorothy was Sue's official DPhil supervisor it was Guy who provided the day by day assistance and encouragement. He was always positive when progress was slow and was never short of new ideas.		The Commonwealth members of Dorothy's group, Oxford 1974: Back row – Graham Bentley, Guy, Eleanor, John. Front row – Diane Brezicki (Dorothy's secretary), Neil Isaacs, Sue.
	John, Sture Falkmer and Guy at Kristineberg, Sweden, on a hagfish–related trip.		Many outstanding scientists visited the Hodgkin lab over this time and through Guy we established friendships and collaborations with some of these; in particular Don Steiner, Sture Falkmer and Stefan Emdin stimulated our interest in insulin biosynthesis and phylogeny and introduced us to the wonderful world of the hagfish!
			We enjoyed many fun–filled weekend outings and meals with the Dodsons. Guy was always a lively host at dinner parties (politics was a favourite topic), except on the occasions (not infrequent) when he would suddenly fall asleep, exhausted from broken nights induced by four young children. Eleanor by contrast seemed inexhaustible! We treasure those times and the convivial and stimulating company that always surrounded the Dodsons.
	When I left Oxford to take up a lectureship in Biochemistry at the University of Otago in May 1975, Sue had not finished writing up her thesis due to the presence of a young baby. The deadline for submission was suddenly upon her and it was Guy who answered her plea for help at 2am on a Sunday morning when the early model photocopier she was using billowed smoke and gave up the ghost. The required thesis copies were finally completed, bound later that day by a local magician (!) and handed in on the Monday morning, just in time. Although our new work place in Dunedin was a large and active Biochemistry Department it lacked crystallography facilities and my colleagues had quite different research interests, so we felt somewhat isolated at first. Ted, with Heather and Bryan, had formed a growing and effective protein structure group at Massey University, but this was a long way away from us. Guy and Eleanor moved from Oxford to York and before long Guy was encouraging us to spend a sabbatical year with him. We arrived in August 1980 to find that part of the Chemistry Department had burned down including the rooms that we were to work in.
			We immediately took off for a month to work in Sweden and upon our return we were introduced to Guy's small research group that he shared with John Garrett; it included a bright young postgrad student named Rod Hubbard. When we returned in 1989 for another sabbatical we were astonished at the size, prosperity and dynamism of the group that Guy had built up. This showed a side of Guy that we hadn’t seen in Oxford, an ability to identify new research areas, attract funding, form strong collaborations with industry and recruit talented investigators from all over the world. And it just got bigger and better as we saw when we visited again in 1996–7 and on subsequent shorter visits. Despite all these successes Guy always kept his feet on the ground and was quick to give credit to others. He had tremendous networking skills, enormous patience and an unquenchable sense of humour. As a mentor to so many, including ourselves, he provided sensible advice, tangible assistance and new ideas. Our lives are that much richer for having known and worked with him and with Eleanor over such an extended period of time. But what made Guy so special and so much fun to be with were his personal foibles – forgetfulness, untidiness, a disregard for rules and conventions, and a loathing of allotment gardening (both in Oxford and York). In 2004 we took him for a week's sailing in the Adriatic and finally the roles were reversed : Sue as skipper was now his boss! His report card was mixed – he paid insufficient attention to his crew work and to safety measures on the boat but he kept crew morale high with countless stories laced with dreadful marine puns. And he could dive!
	A glass of wine in one hand and a grin from ear to ear is how we remember Guy best. John & Sue Cutfield, New Zealand Deirdre Neuhaus, Carol Evans, Guy and Andrew Leslie.
	I would like to add one nice photo of Guy, taken by me at the place where we "lived" during the meeting in Como, I think in 1996. Guy was indeed my guru, hero and trusted older friend. My first encounter with Guy: I came to York first time from Poland in Summer 1980 to attend the Direct Methods School organized by Michael Woolfson. During the coffee break between lectures I sat with a group of people somewhere in the Heslington Hall. I explained that I'd heard that in York there was also another crystallography group doing protein structures in the Chemistry Department, headed by Guy Dodson. I asked the person sitting next to me: "Do you know Guy Dodson?". The answer was "I am Guy Dodson" and a very wide, typical Guy's smile. Unforgettable moment. Zbyszek Dauter, Argonne National Laboratory
			Guy with my family during my 2008 graduation visit... Leong Ng, Malaysia
	Travelling with Guy was a total experience. All who went with him to various meetings, conferences, holidays etc will have their own stories. The one that stands out in my experiences (but which is probably just "a day in the life" for Eleanor) was the IUCR meeting in Bordeaux in the summer of 1990. Don't forget – this is a time before mobile phones or ubiquitous email. I had been invited to speak at a session on hydrogen bonding and water structure – but the days before my talk, I was at a meeting in the Swiss Alps with IBM. Guy and Eleanor had rented a farmhouse that they thought was near Bordeaux – but turned out to be 90 km away in Bergerac. I had arranged before we left York to meet Guy at lunchtime on the day of my talk and he said he would bring some food with him. Also – Bordeaux was full, no hotel rooms, so I was going to stay with them. As I said – the farmhouse was way out of Bordeaux and Guy left with Eleanor to catch the train from the nearby village early in the morning – but left a student's poster in the station waiting room. I flew into Bordeaux that morning – it was stinking hot (40°C) and the meeting was being held at an out of town campus that was a concrete desert. I arrived at the campus and – quite remarkably – found Guy where he said he would be. He had remembered to bring lunch – but had also invited all the people he had met that morning to join. So – there we were – in this concrete desert with little shade in 40 degree heat, cowering under a shrub bush, sharing half a crushed baguette and a melted 50g of brie scraped out of Guy's backpack, between about 6 of us. You had to mug graduate students who passed by with bottles of water to get a drink. I gave my talk (the room was packed, but it was beyond a sauna and I am sure I was hallucinating by the end of it) and met up with Eleanor, who said we could travel back together to the farmhouse by train etc. But I had had enough and caught a taxi to the airport, hired a car and picked up Eleanor and drove her and the student (Xiao Bing) via the station to pick up the poster (she had missed the poster session), back to the farmhouse – where we had a glorious relaxed evening with a chaotic meal, ending up in the swimming pool with Phil and Carol Evans, gazing at the stars while the Dodson and Evans children were playing football in the orchard. After a few glasses, I collapsed into the bed vacated that morning by Dorothy Hodgkin and so ended an excellent day – for me. But Guy had stayed on for an IUCR committee meeting. At the end of it, the other committee members all jumped into their cars and left Guy and Wayne Hendrickson (an eminent US crystallographer) at about 9pm on the edge of Bordeaux with no transport or chance of getting back. So, they had a rather rubbish Vietnamese meal and then Guy managed to find one of the only rooms left in Bordeaux, a garret in the eaves of a house with no air conditioning, where he said he watched sweat dribble off his chest as he spent a sleepless night. And so ended a typical day in the life of Guy. Every day was a new day for Guy. He greeted all around him with enthusiasm, but most importantly with interest – Guy was somebody who generally revelled in being with and engaging with people. Martin Karplus always described Guy as "the really charming New Zealander". If you were in a conversation with Guy – you were the centre of the world and you got the full force of his charm and enthusiasm for life and science. Rod Hubbard, York		Bergerac, 1990.
			Guy with Belinda Bullard.
	~1980, with Dorothy, Sue and John Cutfield, Eleanor and Rod. Corfe Castle, Dorset.		Walking with Eleanor and Phil.
	Eleanor, Carol and Guy.
	Water stop with Phil Evans, Vera Rosebury and Venki Ramakrishnan.
	I first encountered Guy as a final–year Ph.D. student at a CCP4–organised workshop on refinement held in York at the end of 1997. Amongst the many excellent lectures, I can still remember his contribution in which he clearly and entertainingly laid out the importance of careful refinement for drawing meaningful biological insights from structures. At the end of the workshop, Guy and Eleanor invited all the participants back to their house where a superb meal had been prepared. Probably because of the liberal amounts of accompanying drink, my recollection of the evening is somewhat blurrier, but Guy and Eleanor were generous and welcoming hosts and spent many hours talking to all of the students present. My next meeting with Guy was a few months later, under (for me) slightly less relaxed conditions, as he was acting as external examiner for my Ph.D. viva. Once again, I cannot recall the meeting very well, and while I doubt few would describe their doctoral examination as fun, Guy put me at ease immediately, and turned what could have been a trial into a relaxed conversation. Prior to my departure to the examination my then post–doctoral supervisor had warned me revise on the temperature factor term in atomic scattering calculations. I had foolishly assumed he was winding me up, and restricted myself to a quick skim of the relevant paragraph in a textbook on the train. Sure enough, about halfway through the examination we reached my least–keenly anticipated chapter, that on crystallographic theory. We reached the section on calculation of structure factors during refinement, where, as Guy gently pointed out, a key equation was incomplete. With my hastily acquired knowledge, and, I suspect rather more assistance from Guy we worked through the correct calculation. My final encounter with Guy was some years later, while giving a seminar on a recently solved structure at the NIMR. The seminar was scheduled for the early afternoon, and after a few minutes, I noticed that Guy, sitting near the front of the room, appeared to have nodded off. After the seminar was over, I had round of meetings with the NIMR group leaders, i ncluding Guy. He welcomed me into his office, and immediately apologised for falling asleep during my talk, explaining that he had just enjoyed a large "and exceedingly good" lunch. We exchanged chitchat for a few minutes, and he then asked me a most penetrating question about the mechanism of the protein whose structure I had described. Once again, I floundered, but once again we worked out what seemed to be a reasonable solution. I would not claim to have known Guy well at all, but my few meetings with him amply conveyed his warmth, enthusiasm, personal generosity and scientific insight; qualities that will be much missed. Martin Singleton, Cancer Research UK, London
	Cuba, 2003.
	Vosges, 2004.		Speeches. Guy, Eleanor, Phil, Heather and Ted.
	Castle walk. Guy, Carol, Heather, Eleanor and Ted.
			There is one thing that I specifically remember about Guy which is probably a little bit unique, but does represent his spirit: After Laura, when I was pregnant again, I felt a little self–conscious going to tell Guy. He was brilliant. His words, if I remember correctly: "Well, somebody's got to have those babies, and I certainly can't!" Maria Turkenburg, York
	The golden couple: a lovely photo of Guy and Eleanor. Linda Ariza–McNaughton, Cancer Research UK, London These photos of Guy were taken at NIMR, Mill Hill in March 2010. In one, in his office there, he is holding an apple from Newton's apple tree with a photograph of Oppenheimer on the wall. The others are of Guy with David Trentham in the library at Mill Hill. Guy was an inspiration in so many ways, not least with the generosity and enthusiasm he showed to everyone in all he did. I am so pleased to have known him. David White
	Guy with Michhael and Wendy Walker and Haleh, 2006.		Castle Howard, 2006.
			In 1988, while looking for work in York, I responded to an advertisement at the Job Centre for a Secretary at the Dept of Chemistry. The job was to work as secretary to Guy and to help with the administration of his already growing research group. Lucky me – I got the job and found myself in the happy position of working closely with Guy. I was soon caught up in the remarkable, welcoming and inspiring environment that Guy and Eleanor created around them, both in the lab and at home. In our daily meetings I was privileged to learn from and enjoy Guy's unique view of the world. I stayed in the job for 21 years, a period I now look back on with gratitude and happiness. Caroline Myers, York
	Guy could have just laughed when I turned up in Chemistry, a mathematician with no background in either chemistry or biology, wanting to work in structural biology. Instead (maybe thanks to Eleanor and Maurice giving him a biased view of mathematicians) he said, "if you can find funding, you can come and work in my lab". He signed my various applications to obscure funding bodies and then one day said he had found the perfect opportunity for me, an MRC training fellowship. Well, found and then lost again. Even though he said it had "MRC" written in two-inch high orange letters. After some serious shuffling of papers on his desk, he had to call for Caroline, who walked in, turned over one piece of paper and left again without a word. Guy grinned and said, "well how am I supposed to find it if it's upside down?" He helped me write the proposal and I couldn't have done it without him. At the time he was juggling both York and Mill Hill and often had a queue of people outside his office waiting to talk to him. Yet he still found the time to help me practice for my interview. Whenever he had five minutes, he would fire questions at me and not allow me to hesitate before answering. After Guy, my ten-minute interview was a breeze. What an amazing man. Julie Wilson, York		Photograph from Lynn Ten Eyck.
	Honorary graduates, University of York, 1990. To everyone's relief, Guy actually wore a tie, but somehow managed to button up his suit wrong – Eleanor		Dilworth School Centenary Dinner, NZ 2006.
	Tom and Karen's wedding, 2012.		Dear Eleanor and family, It is simply not true that Guy, mister eternal smile, is no longer with us. He really will forever live on as few protein crystallographers ever did and will do. His presence at meetings was always a joy – discussions with Guy were always fun – his lectures were full of interesting comments – and chairing a session together with him was always an adventure. Guy will live on in our memories and our lives as an extremely stimulating person. I vividly remember a lecture where he described modifications of insulin, based on the crystal structure, made to improve its properties to treat diabetes patients. It was incredibly inspiring to see him really beaming while talking about these results. He was justifiably proud of the global eminence of the York group and was equally enthusiastic about the successes at the NIMR. As a New Zealander he did very well in the UK – but that is no wonder since all protein crystallographers in New Zealand are exceptional – and good friends of each other as well. He liked to poke fun at the many interesting habits of the British – and was always mild about the crazy habits of the Dutch – at least when he talked to me. It is a great loss to the community to miss his voice – his jokes – his insights – his questions – his terrific fun in doing science – his outreach to the entire world. Of course, all of this he shared with you, Eleanor. When I stayed at your house one time, there appeared to be several other guests from faraway places living there at the same time. First I thought that that was a special occasion but it appeared that that was just more or less the standard steady state. Having people around you made you happy, Guy, but you made the people around you happy as well. You were terrific. It has been a true honor and an immense pleasure to meet you at so many occasions in the early decades of protein crystallography where you also provided a precious chain of knowledge linking us with some of the most remarkable pioneers of the field, including of course Dorothy Hodgkin. I hope, Eleanor, that the many warm words during this memorial celebration will give you comfort and assure you that none of us will forget Guy – the happiest protein crystallographer ever. Wim Hol, Seattle, USA
	Guy, Kiyoshi Nagai and Peter Murray–Rust.		Ely, Fen rivers Way, ~2009. Walk with Evans' and Murray–Rusts.
	I met Guy when he came to Oxford as a postdoc, fresh from completing a PhD in transition metal complex crystallography. Guy was moving to a new country and a new field of research about which he knew relatively little. I was a first DPhil student in a new group so I spent much time with Dorothy's lab, although our projects didn't overlap. There was a great, friendly communal atmosphere, partly because there were people from across the world. I became immediate friends with Guy and others and we spent considerable time having fun and playing games. The lab played cricket and football (usually getting seriously beaten on cold windswept pitches) and we took this back into the lab as well (unthinkable today, of course). Cricket was played in the large labs with a ball of paper wrapped with many elastic bands - this ultimately was heavy enough to break a window. And we played hockey in the long, linoleum-floored corridor. The climax of this came when Clive Nockolds (a much better player than us) had beaten the last defender and was about to score. Guy stuck out his stick deliberately and tripped Clive who fell and skidded along the floor into the professor (Tiny Powell)'s door. The door opened, Tiny came out and carefully stepped over Clive without remark. At another time (unfortunately not photographed) Guy and I found my supervisor's jacket and buttoned it round the two of us. Judith and I became close friends and Guy and Eleanor holidayed in our house in Scotland. We have happy memories of hikes and often wet picnics with Guy Eleanor and the Dodson clan. Later this developed into the "Old Gits' walk" at Easter with Phil, Carol, Vera, Venki and others. Guy's presence was so remarkable and immediate that he is still with us. Peter Murray–Rust, Cambridge		Easter holiday on the Burren coast, Ireland ~2006. Carol Evans, Eleanor, Guy, Peter Murray–Rust.)
	Carol, Guy, Eleanor and Phil, Sicily.		Ted, Guy, Phil, Carol, Eleanor and Heather, Istanbul.
	New Year's Eve, Duxford.		Guy liked to say that he had never grown up, and there is some truth in this. He retained a boyish enthusiasm, and his love of life was infectious. He could be describing the exquisite beauty of the catalytic triad in serine hydrolases one moment and be bowling tricky leg-spinners down the laboratory corridor the next. A typical comment from a young researcher in my laboratory sums up his personal legacy: 'Though I met him only a few times I was always struck by his passion for both life in general and science in particular, as well as what I saw as a mischievous twinkle in his eye and his approachableness. I always came away from talking to him with renewed enthusiasm'. Guy always saw the best in people, and as a result he got the best from them. Today, researchers all round the world, from the UK and Europe, to North America, Cuba, India, China, Australia and New Zealand carry the benefits of their associations with Guy and an abiding and affectionate love for him. Ted Baker, Auckland, New Zealand
			Croatia.
			Some pictures of guy when he visited India at different times and of a Christmus dinner in York. I am very sorry for not being able to be there for the meeting. C. Suresh, India
	If it weren't for Guy I wouldn't be writing this now. Guy saved my life probably literally as well as many times metaphorically. It was Guy that handled getting me safely despatched to hospital when I had been found collapsed after my second brain haemorrhage. It was Guy that always kept me believing that science was what I wanted to do, even in the darkest hours. And it was Guy and Eleanor that allowed me to work part time in their lab after I came out of hospital thus allowing me to build up to the daunting prospect of full-time work. This kind of thoughtful and encouraging deed was so very typical of Guy. He encouraged me to cling on to my dream of doing research even when absolutely all seemed lost. Richard Greaves, York
	Dorothy's 80th Birthday in Oxford (Linacre). Glaxo created a Dorothy Hodgkin studentship in recognition of Dorothy's work with them. Barry Price (Glaxo, Director of Chemistry), Peter Murray–Rust, Dame Judith Howard, Guy and Neil Isaacs.		Como boat trip, with Carol Evans.
	Eleanor and Guy with Liz Hodgekin.		Guy gave me a summer job in 1985 building plastic scale models of the 2Zn and 4Zn insulin hexamers structures, and I was hooked. I stayed in the lab for the rest of that year, helping Eleanor with backups, Rod with the management of the new VAX 11/750 and helping Leo Caves make an 8mm movie of insulin hexamer association for Guy. Rod then took me on as a DPhil student, so that initial summer job changed the course of my career, for which I am enormously grateful. Guy created a wonderful, relaxed, but stimulating environment to work in – the best possible introduction to research. He ensured that all members of the lab were taken seriously, and that advice was freely sought and given. His insistence on a proper lab coffee–break (with good coffee, before Starbucks made it trendy) and getting people to really talk to each other fostered a truly cooperative approach to science, the memory of which has stayed with me ever since. Andrew Raine, Cambridge
	Dodsons, Evans' and Cutfields, Le Langhe 2010.		Party at the palace.
	Like many people, I was privileged to know Guy for most of my adult life. For almost all of that period he called me "Dale", the name of my PhD supervisor. At one point, I found this highly irritating, then felt it was actually quite complimentary, and latterly I found this amusing. Last summer, Lorraine and I called by East Parade, shared a very agreeable alfresco lunch with Guy and Eleanor, when Maurice happened to call by. For perhaps the first time ever, Guy (re–)introduced me to Maurice as Rick (which must have confused Maurice no end, having spent +20 years thinking I was someone else). But what makes that day particularly cherished by me was that Guy said "These are our friends, Lorraine and Rick". Not colleague, or ex–colleague, or even ex–lab member, but friend, and that's how I'll remember my friend Guy. Rick Lewis, Newcastle		In the garden at 101 in 2010.
	IUCr Madrid, 2011. Guy with Thomas Steitz.		IUCr Madrid, 2011. Guy and Eleanor with George Sheldrick.
	Milford Sound, New Zealand.		IUCr Madrid, 2011. Guy with Jenny Glusker.
			In memory of Guy Dodson. Dear Eleanor, please find some of the many good memories I have from the meeting Guy. The first impressions were when Dorothy came to visit Joergen Schlitchkrull in Bagsvaerd, bringing the data on big sheets of pergament paper with the electron densities drawn, and that the sheets have to be put on top of each other to see the structures. Guy and Tom followed and cared for Dorothy like two knights, carried her suitcases and eased her way. Their admiration for her was so nice to see. Next time of great excitement was the European Peptide Symposium, in Rheinhartsbrünn in DDR, 1972. Guy brought the first model of the insulin dimer, hundreds of coloured balls fixed to metal pins that were attached to a square acrylic base. A very brittle construction housed in an aluminium case about 40×40×40 cm. Guy had a hour long presentation, explaining monomers, dimers and hexamers. The dinner speech in those days was always given by the late professor Wieland from Heidelberg, and he had the people next to him using their fists to symbolize the monomers, so eventually three people curled up making the hexamer. "Now we have folks insulin" he claimed – everything being "folks–" in DDR in those days. Everybody, except East Germans and Russians, had a good laugh. Guy was travelling to Sture Falkmer in Umeå in Sweden by air, and he had to leave DDR the same way he entered. Gitte and I was by own car, and offered to bring the precious box to Copenhagen for Guy to pick it up. We had a funny exit from DDR, the police there very curious about the aluminium box. I had to open it twice, the second time for the people in the house to see, as the stay for them at the border was so boring. The Danish customer was also very suspicious, and again I had to open it. Anyway, we got it safely to our home, and Guy came to Copenhagen on his way to Umeå. He stayed with us for 5–6 days. I have pictures of Guy in his green swim suit, jumping head first in our pool. I remember he had a beautiful appearance, slender and harmonic build. It was about the time when England and Denmark should decide whether to join the EU or not. We did probably discuss the pro ET contra – and my wife thinks we had different opinions? Many years later, in the 1990's, came our collaboration on the insulin receptor. Your laboratory was very open, and my assistant Lene Drube stayed with you for a month to learn to grow crystals from small amounts of protein. I also remember a nice visit to your home and a visit to the home of Guy's brother. Thank you for your hospitality and honest collaboration in all these years. We shall remember Guy here in Denmark as the fine scientist and honest man, whom we were lucky to know. With my highest respect for Guy Jan Markussen, Denmark
	Guy was one of my PhD supervisors working on the Insulin structure in 1978. It was a privilege to know Guy and Eleanor and to gain from their vast knowledge and experience, but more than that, was their great and modest humanity and friendship towards me which touched me very much. They were so kind, and continued to be whenever our lived crossed or on the occasions when I asked them for help which they always gave unreservedly. Marcus Richards		Marcus and Guy, 2004.
			Relaxing after the Dodson Symposium, 2004.
	EMBO World Lecture Course,2008. National Chemical Laboratory, Pune, INDIA. Babu A.Manjasetty, Grenoble		Guy, Babu A.Manjasetty, and Paul Tucker.
	Guy, Eleanor, Richard, Vicky, Philip, and very nearly Tom.		With Richard in New Zealand.
	Yorkshire Dales, April, 2003.
	Royal Society Dinner, July 2003.
		Dorset, 2007. Venki Ramakrishnan