Dad was so proud and dedicated to his profession & family, he made time for everyone. He was a true gentleman and in the words of some of the lads an absolute legend. Dad you were my best friend and are missed so much every day, thank you for everything. Love you always. May 1947 – January 2020
A poem that was read when we said goodbye
The Sportsman – By Lindsay Waddell
When the red stag roars o’er the October hill
And Jack Frost winks from every pool
Think of me, for I am there.
When the purple moor is full of grouse
And the scent of pollen is in your nose
Think of me, for I am there.
When the grey geese call over the River Tay
Or flight to feed the dawn of day
Think of me, for I am there.
By the river, which rumbles, roars and spins
Where the salmon leap on glistening fins
Think of me, for I am there.
When the deer run barking on a summer’s morn
Beside the fields of ripening corn
Think of me, for I am there.
Hear the music from the hounds as they run hell bent
Or watch the gundog check as it picks up the scent
Think of me, for I am there.
As the partridge calls on fields laid bare
As the last bee drones home with its honey fare
Think of me, for I am there.
The pheasant curls on January wings
In the woodland behind the first mistlethrush sings
Think of me, for I am there.
The sound of a rifle as the light breaks in the sky
From the fox going home, its his turn to die
Think of me, for I am there.
There are many heavens in this world of ours
I hope I have mentioned on of yours
Grieve not for me – I am there