When my wife was struck by the onset of dementia, I found out a good friend was going through the same journey. We used to meet with our wives most Saturdays in town, and most of the time it was a fun‑filled get‑together - our wives chatting away as they do, and my friend and I covering most subjects.

As our wives’ dementia deepened, we phoned each other for comfort and support.

When our journeys ended, it seemed to me that I could do this to help others.

Telephone befriending is a very rewarding way to volunteer. I was fortunate in my caring journey to have a friend on the same path as myself, but not everyone has someone who understands their journey or someone to chat to.

My most rewarding moment was when a call went to the answerphone. The Carer phoned the befriending coordinator to apologise for missing the call and asked if I had time to ring back. Caring doesn’t run to a schedule, and I was happy to call back. I realised then that my call mattered to them, it was as important as my calls with my “good friend”.

Yours, a happy befriender.