We’ll miss Clive. I only met him properly when I was 19, but he’d known me when I was just a “little red pellet” before we’d left England. It turned out that not only did he have similar hair colouring and played an instrument, but he was also in the habit of being somewhat cheeky with my mum - he truly was my uncle!
Many years later he stayed with us for a few days on route to mum & dad’s place, and quickly charmed my wife Linda and our boys too - becoming ’Gruncle’ (Great Uncle) Clive to them. We all enjoyed his stay, and were hoping he’d make the journey again one day - he was on a promise to get out on a board at Manly, dodgy knees not withstanding. Sadly for us he never did, but he did get plenty of other travel under his belt, and it’s not at all hard to imagine him making plenty of friends wherever he went - he was just that kind of person.
Well miss his sense of humour, his gentle laugh, and that cheeky grin that was never far away at any time. Cheers, Gruncle Clive.
Mark Entwistle
31/03/2025
