Patrick Jenkins

In memory of my dad, Pat, the man with the cap.

...I will remember my dad as a cheery and bright man...always positive and
upbeat-come on Davey he’d say - you know what you're doing - your good at
what you do’ - and i’d get through whatever it was because my dad told me
so...he was always right - and worrying never helps.

-He was always busy in the garden whistling or tuning-in his air band radio
listening to air traffic control on final approach whilst pottering in the
greenhouse... or being creative and inventive in his garage workshop...
keeping busy - active - tinkering - non-stop taking-it-apart - putting-it-together-

again - he was alive and cheery all the time.

I will remember my dad as courteous, eager to help and always the Gentleman. Polite and had time to help anyone in need of help and acted on it accordingly - nothing was too much of a problem ‘ don’t worry, he'd say’....day or night, rain or snow, near or far.

My dad would always be there for those he cared about with his cap on ready
to help. He cared deeply for his sister Sadie visiting regularly, and not leave
her without fixing something in her house, or he’d be over at John and Dorothy’s re-wiring under their floor or down at Lisa's fixing some lights - or tirelessly travelling down to ours with mum. in our garden with his orange boiler suit trimming the hedges of surrey to a fine thing. He would always be there.

I will remember my dad as an adventurous and sociable man.

My dad loved the outdoors, fresh air, and swimming in the sea.

As a young man he loved rambling and climbing hills all around here, but
would often hop on a train from Queen Street at weekends with his beloved pal
and brother-in-law Alan - straight to Arrochar for a bit of hill climbing - only to
scramble up to the top - get the photo - and scramble back down quickly to
catch the train back for teatime.

In my dads later years and up until only a few weeks ago, he still maintained the desire to be outside and