Thank you, Grandpa, for being an unwavering part of my life over the past 50 years. You appreciated the beauty in the world, and always wanted to share it with others. When we were little we were in awe of you: tall, knowledgeable, the unassuming nature of someone who doesn't have to prove themselves to anyone. Your beautiful home was fit for royalty, yet you let us run around in it. The fine furniture was there to be useful, the art to tell a story: Mowgli and the Jungle Book, Gauguin and Tahiti, Michelangelo's David and your own visit to Florence. In the garden, we were transported into a world set apart from the bustle of Hyde: you'd tell us the name of every plant and tree, and when they were planted. There I got my love of rhododendrons, and evergreens from the conifer you planted that was just my height. You patiently helped us to spot the birds hiding in the branches - and even more patiently endured our glee in playing with the old Hills Hoist rotary clothes line with its massive iron handle. Back in the house, the grand piano was there to be played - whether by clumsy fingers banging, or your own sight-reading of whole orchestra scores. When Paul showed his aptitude and a piano was being retired from the RNCM, you and Granny very generously bought it for him - and even more generously bought me a computer to even things up. Both gifts were prescient, setting us up for our degrees and into a career, in my case one where I've stayed to this day. Lacking musical talent, I still loved music and got into the technical side of mixing and recording, leading to happy chats reminiscing about all the recordings you were involved in, and which speaker or amplifier would be the ideal choice for the new stereo you were always tempted to buy. Your love and talent for fine dining was wasted on us as beans-on-toast children, but as we grew so did our appreciation. Wine you taught us to respect from a young age, showing your little sommeliers how to twist the wrist to stop any drips. Later, wine was our medium of conversation from afar, as I would try to find interesting new bottles for you, and you would always write back with a kind and enthusiastic note. That kindness was a defining quality of you, and only got stronger with the years. Your care for Granny is something everyone who met you will remember, selflessly taking on all the work of the home as well as looking after her, yet still being her affectionate and loving husband. Rest in peace, together again - loved and remembered always. Steve, Riitta and Joel xxx

Grandpa, You will be sadly missed but never forgotten. I will always remember your encouragement of my piano playing. It was playing on your grand piano when I was very young that gave me a love of the instrument and you spotted that I was using harmonies and encouraged my parents to send me for piano lessons. Without your encouragement I might never have learned to play. I would love visits to your house to play in the ‘secret garden’ and it was at your table I tasted caviar for the first, and last, time! Thank you for your care of us all over the years and of Granny. With much love, Paul, Helen, William, Louisa and Thom x

To dear Grandpa, Although I didn't get to spend much time with you, I have many fond memories of your visits to Australia. Ducking under the doorways, I was in awe of how tall you were, wandering for hours around our garden watching the birds with your binoculars, your afternoon gin and your love for cooking. You taught me how to pour wine correctly...that little twist of your wrist! The birthday cards...we all loved receiving your beautiful birthday cards.... from Grandpa J.... you never forgot. My fondest memories are of how wonderfully you cared for Grandma, I remember you always being so patience and kind and loving. Thank you. We will miss you and always remember you, go in peace to Grandma. Lots of love Tracy, Leighton, Brooke and Rory xxxx