Anyone who knew Bruce will remember him with fondness and respect

I remember fondly our Cinema Club evenings. They were often happily riotous which we all absolutely loved.

You and Bruce had such fun together, always doing interesting things.

With love, Carole

Grandad- you were such a fabulous man with such a zest for life, a true inspiration to us all! I have so many happy memories with you from childhood and you have shaped so many of my passions, from gardening to cooking (I'm still trying to recreate your tomato soup) , to exploring the lakes and mountains, I will always hold you close to my heart. I am proud to have given you your first great grandchild my heart breaks that this years situation meant you never got to meet him, but you will live on through him and my memories of you.
Sending lots of love up to you in the stars, from Lucinda and Finn

Lovely Tribute to your Dad Adam. Wherever he is now I am sure he is really enjoying hearing how much he was loved and appreciated.

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He also joined in with my mother’s passion of horses and built stabling for the spotted ponies, drove a huge trailer around the country with horses, carriage etc and, I think, rather enjoying rubbing shoulders with Prince Phillip and Princess Anne, though he would never admit it.
During my mother’s illness he was always by her side, making sure that when she decided to stop the treatment, her last days were spent at home, in as much comfort as possible. After my mother’s death he spent an enormous amount of time with us over in France, time well spent with his grandchildren; we also travelled with him to some of the places he knew with my mother. We introduced him to the Ile de Ré, our favourite holiday destination, where he spent a lot of time over the next few years.
Ile de Ré was also where we met Angela for the first time when he brought her over and we were very pleased that he had found a soul mate to continue his life with; he was not a man to spend his time alone. My thanks go to Angela for brightening up his latter life.
Goodbye Dad, rest in peace.

Bruce, successful, hardworking, (slightly) eccentric, stubborn, determined, cyclist, orienteerer, badminton player, sailor, husband, grandfather, but most of all my father.
Over the last few weeks, I have received various emails from people talking of holidays spent together, Kirkcudbright, Denmark, Hope Cove, cruises all over the world, weekends in foreign cities with ‘The Gang’, cycling tours of the lake district, Wales, Devon and Cornwall. Always the organiser, when we were cycling as a club together he would set routes dependant on good pubs, with very steep hills for the younger ones to race up just for the fun of coming down again, tiny roads with no traffic (Blacksale Pass where there was no road at all, just sheep paths) youth hostels with gas lighting and no bridge over the river to get to it. Later as we got older, leaving a window open in the Youth hostel so that we could get back in after lights out. When we were on tours, he stopped being my father and just became the tour leader (what happened on tours stayed on tours), I have been told that to some people, he was more of a father figure than their own fathers during those days, guiding us and forming us for life.
I think he was disappointed that I didn’t follow the route of university and business, but he let me make my own mistakes and learn by them, always there to help and support: When Claire, my wife, was very ill in Paris and I had to work, he would spend many hours sitting with her in hospital, reading to her and just being there.
After he retired, he went back to school to learn horticulture, and then cooking(!), he even had a TV cooking show filmed at his house, but basically learned that if you put enough cream and butter in things they will always taste good.