Born July 1944 to Dolly and Alex - Alex was away liberating Europe and did not see Peter till he was a year old. He has a sister 7 years older than him and who once asked her mother 'what did we have him for'.

They lived in Folkestone till the mid fifties when the whole family went to Singapore for three or four years as his father by then was working for the Air Ministry Works Department as a Clerk of Works. Peter remembers going to school in the back of an army lorry and joining the local boys in the Scout Association,The family moved to Hythe Southampton in between further work in Adan and Cyprus,

Peter became a boy airman but was invalided out with asthma. He then went to Ashford Technical college to get o and a levels. living with his Aunt in Folkstone

Later he joined his parents in Cyprus where he met his best friend Clive Fleury who was in the army then,.

Back in England Peter became a Civil Servant with the then National Assistance Board and was again invalided out after 20 odd years later.

He married his wife Susan in 1977 and moved to Dibden Purlieu. There were no children.

To help improve his health Peter did a pre university course and then did a degree in English and American Modern History.

Throughout all these Years Peter either ran Scout Troops and then became a District Scout Commissioner.

Church work continued with reading lessons and intercessions and on the Church Council and eventually was a Mission Partner with the Church Mission Society in the Czech Republic for a few months.To this year he was still in touch with the Czech people he worked with and many cards and messages have been received from them.

Towards retirement age Peter studied for Masters degree in Spirituality and then on retirement with Susan was able to continue writing visiting all over the world and take posts with the Masons.

As a person who was dogged with ill health most of his life he nevertheless managed to achieve a great deal.

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My reminiscences for Cousin Peter

A teenage and very tall Peter swinging me up on his shoulders as a 3 year old and carrying me back to Auntie Marj’s house from a day at Folkestone sands, when I was too tired to walk.

Peter arriving at our house for Christmas with Auntie Marj and Nanny, his infectious grin as he swung Auntie’s cream suitcase into the house with a swish of cold wintry air. Musical chairs with the sleeping arrangements as Peter took Michael’s room, Michael and Auntie and me squeezed into bed in my room, Nanny and Mum had Mum and Dad’s bed, and Dad decamped to the floor downstairs.

Peter and his best friend as teenagers, cranking up an old car he had obtained and taking us kids for a drive around the block in  Folkestone.

A young adult Peter in the 60’s always calling in to see Mum (Auntie Marie) whenever he was working nearby. Him patiently and indulgently watching my little ballet dance I made up for him when I was 5.

Mum telling Peter off because he always leaned back on our wooden chair—it forever had a wobbly back- came to be known as ‘Peter’s chair’ at home.

As a considerably older adult in 2018, Peter at my request donning a demure bonnet and modest cloak at Jane Austen’s house so I could take a fun picture of him with an equally demurely dressed Susan.

Peter visiting us all in Fremantle, Western Australia. His utter joy when we got him into the sea, which he said he had not been in for years. His sheer enjoyment of every minute of a big outdoor music festival that headlined dance music ranging from a  rapper from Broome to soprano Kate Miller-Heike. His interest in everyone we introduced him to.

In 2001, the beautiful expression on Peter’s face when it dawned on him what I had just pressed into his hand- -a tiny china black cat, the very one Mum had kept for all her married life, and which Peter as a child in 1953 had presented to Mum and Dad at their wedding.

much love
Jane