I was lucky enough to spend my childhood driving down to Devon with mum (Margot) to see you and Nan for a summer holiday. 


I remember taking walks down the village lanes to go berry picking. Eating dinners with you, you hoovering your food. I remember the stories you would tell of all the treasures you found at the dump, or the wood you whittled, or that nature “prat” from down the road and how you knew more than he did. Makes me smile just thinking about it. 


You were a strong, hot headed man and you loved your family the only way you could. And they all loved you back. 


Rest in peace. Love Maude