|For those of you
who do not know, then I am really sorry to have to tell
you that Martin died on the 27th May, 2004.
He leaves behind his wife and two daughters and an enormous number of people
who thought of him as a friend.
Martin took up the role of PRAS chairman
when the Society was going through a period of turmoil.
He used his inimitable diplomatic skills to help the
club bounce back to the strong group it is now.
He brought stability and humour to the committee meetings and forged
strong links with the FBH. This resulted in our last breeders meeting
being the success it was, and in the planning of our next breeders meeting – planned
for October this year.
He was also a keen fisherman, loved
motorbikes (especially really noisy ones) and powerful
cars. He shook up not only PRAS and the FBH but also
the Bishops Waltham council.
His health problems sometimes stopped
him doing everything he wanted (much to his annoyance)
but he was active in all aspects of the society as much
as he could be.
The picture at the top is a cigarette
holder – something that was never far away when
Martin was around, though that goes for unusual sandals
and hats too. The cigarette holder is just there to give
me a reason to mention Martins crossword puzzle, which
caused a little controversy when one of the clues gave
the answer “spliff” which is in both of my
Oxford English dictionarys (so ner!)
For a chap who originally said he wasn’t
too much into doing displays he seemed to enjoy those
that he helped at and arranged a couple of displays at
villages near Bishops Waltham.
The pictures of Martin in the crash
hat were taken at one of these shows (at Lower Uppham,
I think) when he had a go on a ‘Bungee Run’ – all
the while wearing a PRAS sweatshirt! On another occasion
he ran 5 miles dressed as a newt. On another he cycled
across the country to raise money in memory of a friend.
He was renowned as a staunch supporter of conservation projects being
responsible for saving a lovely stretch of land from becoming a car park
amongst many other successes. His knowledge of native animals was fantastic
and while browsing in a pond he would rattle off lots of names, latin
and common, (none of which I can remember!) to teach me (or whoever)
about the weeds, snails and anything else that could be seen.
My thanks go to Martin for being
I personally will miss him, but
hope that I can learn from his example (more diplomacy
for a start!)
love goes to Kath, Isabelle & Rhiannon,
who can call on me at any time.
leave the last words to Kath :
How lucky we all were to have
know that great man that was Martin, in whatever weird
or wonderful context!!
ps Never stop cherishing
your loved ones!