It is with a heavy heart that we have to say goodbye to a former trustee, volunteer and friend Peter Phillips.
Pete was heavily involved in a lot of the community projects over the years, and without his support it would have been very difficult to achieve what we have and for that we will always be grateful.
He was never afraid to muck in and do what was asked, whether he was peeling potatoes for a Christmas meal or showing the Friday Club kids how to paint or fish, he would always help out and never complain. That’s just the kind of man that he was.
Pete was an avid painter, fisherman, but also had a love for poetry. Being quite the poet himself, this poem of his seemed appropriate.
Now Autumn’s here, a golden time,
When red and russet leaves combined.
When fruit is ripe and harvest grand,
Food in plenty throughout the land.
When farmers gather their stock,
And migrant birds begin to flock.
When on the wing, a marvellous sight,
Their changing patterns a delight.
The setting sun, a special view,
Each morning brings refreshing dew.
The winds become much stronger now,
Laying carpets on the ground.
Our thoughts are with his wife Debbie, and his family.
Rest in peace Pete.