I have a lifetime of wonderful memories of Peter, too many to recount. Peter was my very, very dear uncle and I am his eldest niece. He was just a 17 y.o. “boy soldier” when I was born. During my nomadic life as a child in a British Army family, separated from extended family, Peter had the habit of popping up unexpectedly wherever we were in the world, to my absolute delight. He brought fun, laughter and happiness into my rather isolated childhood. He had the ability to connect with children, to tune in to our feelings, and so he made us feel interesting and special. Although I have lived in Australia for 60 years, Peter always remained part of my life, through his two yearly trips to watch the Ashes matches in Oz or by way of my regular visits to stay with him in Ascot. Peter was always a “gadget man”, drawn to any invention or idea that promised to solve a problem with 100% success! Mum and I were pressed into service to help Peter with his problem: hundreds of rabbits which had burrowed into his prized lawn. Applying the method described in the gadget mag, we strung lengths of string in rows across the lawn and then hung tea-bags impregnated with an anti-bunny chemical at regular intervals along the lengths of string. (harmless to other animals but supposed to make rabbits rapidly decamp to find water). We laughed til we cried when Peter mournfully described the result, and I quote: “the bunnies are holding the Olympic high-jump using my string to perfect their Western Roll technique!”. Over the past years, especially the Covid period, Peter and I kept in contact via his iPad. It was a present from my cousin Sheelagh - the best gift Peter had ever had, he said, as it allowed him to much more easily keep in contact with everybody in his life. So one final, and very recent memory I would like to share is about Peter and his iPad: I received an email from Peter early afternoon in Perth, Western Australia, a few months ago. Subject heading: “HELP!”Peter explained it was about 3.30am in Ascot and his iPad would just NOT stop playing music, even with the lid closed, and could I please advise him how to shut it up! I emailed him step-by-step instructions for powering down an iPad and then re-starting it later. I heard nothing for some hours until an email arrived thanking me, with just one word in caps: “SUCCESS!”. He and I were at opposite sides of the world but we were just a few screen taps away. I will miss you so much Peter. Love always from your niece, Ann.