I want to remember my Uncle John, a remarkable man. Some of my best memories of him revolve around Polbrean Hotel. I can still see the Great Danes, each one with a name starting with Z.
He took me under his wing at Mullion Cricket Club, where I remember him hitting the ball a country mile. It must have been his massive hands and forearms that helped. After I finished my apprenticeship, he even gave me a job as a builder, showing his faith in me and his kindness.
Uncle John was always engaging and kind, leaving a lasting impression on everyone who knew him, including my kids. He was one of the few people who called me Nicky, which always made me smile.
Rest well, Uncle John. Say hi to Aunty Frances. You will always be in my heart, and I will never forget your kindness and warmth.
Nick Alexander
28/06/2025