Davy and I met Derek in the early 1980’s and took an immediate liking to him. A very complex man, highly intelligent, but at times
incredibly stupid; parsimonious yet amazingly generous; a
caring man who didn’t suffer fools gladly .
But his most endearing quality was his kind and gentle
nature. When his wife Yvonne became ill
and went into a coma he vowed to himself that if she survived he would devote
his time to caring for her. She did
survive and, true to this vow, spent the next 25 years until her death tending
for her every need. You would have
expected nothing less of him.
But this is only scratched the surface of the great man and
although Davy and I became his close friends he modestly only allowed us rare
glimpses into his past achievements. This is his brother Ross'
Eulogy which he kindly agreed I could re-print. So, please let me introduce Derek:
You will have noticed that a number of us are wearing Highland
dress. This is in Derek's honour,
because he was very proud of our Scottish ancestors and wore the kilt or trews
as often as possible when the occasion arose.
I will now read a precis of Derek's life which I read to him eighteen
months ago at his 80th birthday dinner.
He found it rather embarrassing!
He was born nearly 82 years ago in the house in Lower Bourne that our
parents built in 1926 and where Derek still lived. We had a happy childhood
with loving and golf mad parents.
We went to prep school at Barfield near Farnham. We then went to Rugby
where Derek got an excellent exam result to Cambridge. At Keys College, Cambridge, he played golf and rowed for the
College. He was awarded a first class
degree in Law.
He did National Service in the Army.
He was an officer in the Royal Artillery, became an Airborne Gunner,
earning the coveted red beret and took part in the ill fated 1955 Suez
campaign. He finally got his medal 2
years ago!
Coming out of the Army and after passing his legal exams, he qualified as
a Lawyer and became legal adviser to the Stock Exchange Council. Then he worked for the Law Society in London.
He was appointed Area Director for Legal Aid in the South and South West,
based in Reading, with a large staff.
He retired at the age of 57 to be with his wife Yvonne who had diabetes. He worked from home preparing solicitors
bills of costs.
He looked after Yvonne for some 25 years until she died 7 years ago,
after 34 years of marriage.
Now to Golf.
He started playing at the age of 8, coached by our father. He must have known every blade of grass on
the Hankley Common fairways, but not the rough of course!
He played in the Army championships, was a semi-finalist in the Surrey championship, a finalist in the Dutch championship and
played in the Swiss championship.
He had the lowest score ever over 2 rounds in the Hankley Common
championship which has never been bettered.
He presented a trophy to the Club for anyone who does. He won the Hankley Common Club championship 6
times, the last time being 16 years after the first.
He presented the Club with the very fine granite stone which marks the
entrance. The Club became his second
home. He was the oldest member.
He collected cars, especially Lotus.
He still owned one of the first Lotus Elites which he built in 1962 with
a little help from Yvonne and me. He was
a motor cyclist for some 30 years.
He was a talented photographer; a Member of the Royal Photographic
Society; a keen astronomer, having just bought a computerised telescope
which sadly he never used; a talented artist; author of two published books and an acknowledged authority on vintage Omega watches of which he had a large
collection bought from all over the world.
He loved mountains and specially the Swiss Alps, having been on many
walking holidays there with Yvonne. He
had over 250 books on the Alps, most of which he claimed to have read!
He was a City Liveryman, a member of the Oxford and Cambridge Golfing
Society, the Historic Lotus Register, Clan Donnachaidh Society, the Parachute
Regiment Society and he was a friend of the Airborne Museum at Arnhem in
Holland.
Now to Derek, the man.
He was gentle, kind, thoughtful and generous, not only financially but
with his time.
He was not well from time to time having had a number of major operations
on his back and neck probably due to a bad landing when jumping as a
paratrooper. But I never once heard him
complain.
Laterley, he had been very attentive to his friend Brian who does not
enjoy good health.
He was very fond of my wife Gill and immensely proud of our two boys and
their children.
He loved them as the father of a family he sadly never had.
He was a true Gentleman and truely gentle man.
He was my beloved brother.
A very
touching tribute from his brother who is himself a very kind and gentle man.
None of these
things were surprising to hear. In fact
I’m sure that from time to time we had heard them from Derek’s own lips, but to
hear them all together was astounding.
How could this modest and quiet man have done so much?
And do you
know the biggest shock of the day? He
asked that at the end of the service they play Astrud Gilberto and Stan Getz
“The Girl from Ipanema”! What was that
all about? J Such a surprising man, why shouldn’t
I have realized that lurking under his establishment exterior was a playboy! And I, of all people, shouldn’t have been
shocked because inside this old 73 year old woman lurks a 19 year old
cowgirl!
God bless you
Derek, we all loved you so much. xxxx
