It's funny when sad things happen that they also release happy memories. I haven't seen Peter for many years, but he will always remain in my thoughts as one of many of the Chapmans carrying the dingy down to the beach in Dorset, hoisting up the tent , by taking a pole each and trundling around Knitsons farm field until we found the right spot and travelling in Uncle Ray's van on one if our many trips down to Studland. Although my contact drifted apart , I still feel that happy feeling of being a child again every time I go down to Dorset . That place would never have been the same without Peter and his family. Xx oh and not forgetting the rounders games , where I believe Peter always got the highest score ?