I have just heard from Anne via her Christmas card that her husband and my good friend died recently. Gordon was my old neighbour in North Wales, and was a very special friend. He died that day after returning from a holiday in the sun just after watching his/our beloved Wales win at rugby. He turned to Anne and stated how well they had played and nodded off to sleep. He did not awake.
What`awful news yet what a wonderful way to go, if I could wish for an exit window that would be it.
Thanks Gordon for your friendship, help, and eternal cups of coffee as we discussed our somewhat diametrically opposed political views (Gordon was a Maggy loving Tory I'm a left wing socialist - old labour not loony left).
Gordon Roberts was the ex village police Sergeant , of our village Coedpoeth, but originally from Blanaeu Ffestiniog, and I have many happy memories, especially dropping into their campsite in Provence (near Carpentras) on my way back from alpine challenges - it was always odd arriving in the village wearing plastic boots, and axes on my sack in the full heat of the summer. I too remember finding a Kyffin Williams original which belonged to Gordon's mother and telling them it was worth a bit, (a bit it auctioned for 5 grand). His endless gardening and stone wall building lessons, and when he roped me into the pub quiz team announcing to all Dr Andy Boyd RA would revitalise their season and especially someone so young (I was 30) was bound to know all the pop music stuff - we dropped in the league!!!! He certainly was one of the village characters and a tireless councillor. He even tried to rope me in to help the first week I arrived in the village, ferrying the OAP tories to vote, needless to say I took them all to the pub , bought them a gin and left them there!
Nos da Gordon