Fred was my Uncle and Godfather and Great Uncle to my son Sam. A job which he did well. Living apart on the other side of the country, ( My family and I live in Devon) we did not see each other as often as I am sure we should but the love and loyalty that comes from family was always there. As a youngster, I recall Fred always seemed quite excitable when we meet. Silly spray and streamers seemed to be one of his tricks and a fiver always thrust into my hand with the departing handshake and a cheeky wink. Being a terrible teenage nephew I remember teaching Toby a very naughty trick to play on his Dad one year whilst Fred, Gwyn and Toby were visiting my grandparents on one of their visits to the west country. It was called "smell the cheese." I do not know if Toby remembers this, but involves putting your fist on the palm of your hand and asking your victim to "smell the cheese!" You then bop the victim on the nose. Fred was in the kitchen and I had told Toby to try this trick out on him. It worked to well. Toby asked his Dad to smell the cheese and then punched him on the nose rather much harder than I had suggested!! He came running out laughing and leaving me feeling rather guilty. I think I was about 17 at the time and Toby was only about 3. I do not think he found out I had taught Toby that trick. Fred was always good at gifting books. I am lucky that he always wrote note to me in each. My first being a bible on my christening and the last being a book of poetry "Other Men`s Flowers" for my 40th birthday. All of which I now treasure even more. Dad and I were lucky enough to visit the Normandy beaches where my Grandfather landed. Fred`s knowledge of these events helped to bring the experience alive and gave us a chance to spend time together. I will miss our family gatherings with Uncle Fred. The memories are there. Thank you for being you. Rest in piece.