Mike, as big characters go, you were the biggest. When we first met you, you were behind the counter at Ed's shop and we couldn't escape your mischievous twinkle and politically incorrect banter. You drew us back to spend more and more money, but you also gave us plenty of fishing advice. Every time I fillet a mackerel I think of you, telling me to use one sweep of the blade instead of hacking away like an amateur. You soon invited us back to the house to meet Felicity, and we lost count of the fabulous meals, not to mention bottles of Jamiesons. No point being on a diet when visiting you. A Barnecutt's cake or random selection of fruit and cream would appear. You had a huge heart, and were always generous to a fault. We loved your crazy stories of being up to no good, your life working on a luxury yacht, and the Wimbledon days. You saw things simply and were never afraid to say so. And you had a gold medal in flirting, 1970s style. God bless you Mike. You will be missed. "So long and thanks for all the fish." love Fran and Gerry xxx
Fran and Gerry
06/08/2025
