I remember that when we were young, we went with Dad twice to see a concert in London. I remember seeing the Tchaikowsky 1812 ouverture with real canons in the Royal Albert Hall ...loud bangs and lots of smoke! Fantastic! I think about this every time I play there. The other was when we saw Haydn's "Farewell" symphony in the Festival Hall. One by one, the musicians left the stage. I asked Dad, "Where are they going?". Much later I discovered that Haydn had written the music as a hint to his employer that it was time for holiday! So cool! These are two lasting impressions. Now I'm part of that scene! Thanks for that Dad!

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Love you Grandad, you will always be remembered - love from Debbie xoxo

Dear Dad Thank you for always being so kind and patient You were behind me giving me confidence when I was learning to ride a bike and spent hours and hours in a car patiently teaching me to drive You made sure I was a good swimmer, we spent many happy summers in the pool at Almners Road And your humour, when I was young I asked you if you played a musical instrument and it took me a moment when you retorted Oh yes a gramophone That’s always made me laugh Thank you & love Gill