Conrad was to me a wonderful person, my big brother and yes, my hero. Conrad was 15 years old when I was a mere 3 months- I don’t have memories of my very early years but by 6 Conrad was 21 and so there were 3 adults in my family- Mam, Dad and Conrad. Conrad took a kindly interest in his baby brother making me toys such as the solid iron tricycle with milled 1/4 in thick solid disc front wheel!!! He sent me birthday money and firework money from Malta when on National Service as RAF aircraftsman number 2763199 and I had the privilege of writing letters to and RECEIVING REPLIES whilst he was there. In some letters he tried to answer my early childish scientific questions on this and that and in another letter enthused me with his description of his privilege of flying briefly a Shackleton bomber on a patrol from Malta Luqa airbase. I recall sitting outside my childhoood home when Conrad emerged to return to his NS in his RAF uniform, back pack attached with a clanking large enamel mug hanging on by string. He could have marched off to catch the train, after all he must have had much to preoccupy him, but chose to talk a little with me and ask why I was not at the picture- no money - or playing with friends-etc. Conrad was a motor bike enthusiast and while still at home acquired a Matchless bike which was kept in the next door neighbours garage and he often allowed me ( about 9,10?) the great thrill of “HELPING “ him service the bike so for example I would be taking apart the carburettor, removing jets and cleaning them with petrol and at the end of a such typical bike service then let me sit on the bike alone whilst on its stand try to kick start it and rev, rev and really REV the engine. How I enjoyed those moments. On one such event, on leaving the garage a dog came snarling at me clearly wanting a brief snack. Conrad dashed out and cowed it with a stick to hand. I can’t recall if he dashed into a nearby telephone box to change first!!! Yes Superman!! Even more exciting later( about 12 )when I was allowed to ride pillion, not just round the block!!!! BUT on a 40 to 50 mile round trip to a beach at Barry Island. This was another example of uber kindness by my big brother realising that I had never knowingly been on a holiday or on any transport, public or otherwise, up to then.Going around the bends on country roads was particularly exhilarating and perhaps more so to Conrad when he realised that while he was leaning into the bend that I, his pillion rider, was simultaneously leaning outwards.!! He soon put me right on that.!!!Later on in my teens I caught for the first time a public bus and travelled to Newport and stayed a week at his home courtesy of Conrad and Shirley, enjoying their kindness, a range of food not often had at home and meeting central heating and its warmth. Bliss!! When I lived near Coventry, married and with Rebecca and Joanna 8 and 6 who but Conrad decided to check up on us, as big brother being again concerned and out of kindness he drove by bike many miles from Kent to stay with us for some days. Rebecca and Joanna were impressed by Conrad especially when he let them sit on his Honda Goldwing 1800 cc bike which was a 800 lb or almost half a ton monster. Rest in peace Conrad, a kind, considerate courteous wonderful big brother to us and loved by me, Val, Max, Gaynor and Irene ; a man of gifts and accomplishments :-electrical engineer, RAF service for his country, hobbyist expert motor biker and car diy, gardener, house DIY expert, computer enthusiast, ubiquitous traveller and holidaymaker, black belt 1st dan Karate and 4th dan Judo, expert hobbyist photographer but above all an enjoyer of life in general and family life in particular. We will not forget Conrad David “So long as men can breathe and eyes can see, So long lives this and gives life to thee”