Peter was my uncle.  He lived at the other end of the country so I didn't see him too much as a child, in fact I think I had much more contact as an adult.  In the early 2000s, Peter came to visit us with my mum, Peter's sister Sally.  My son Matt was about 4 and he was fascinated with Peter's large ears.  I will never forget the joy on both their faces has Matt sat on Peter's lap and played with those ears for ages!  It was so funny and Peter didn't mind at all.

He was such a kind man, so thoughtful and interested in life.  Every year, no matter where we lived (Scotland, England, UAE and now New Zealand) we were sure to get a card at Christmas.  I'll miss that.