Peter Robinson (4 Jun 1932 - 30 Dec 2023)

With Love to you Pete, rest in peaace.

Pete, you always amazed us every time we came to visit you how you created so many magical objects out of things that everyone discarded. How active you were into your ripe old age, working out in your small gym in the garage. Inquisitively collecting all kinds of things and dealing and wheeling on ebay. Small of stature but with a truly huge heart, filled with so much love for our Mum who you remembered in many, many ways throughout each day.

Finally you are back together with the love of your life....rest in peace.

We miss you, Mike and Barbara

Dads favourite poem he learned at school
When fishes flew and forests walked
   And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
   Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
   And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
   On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
   Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
   I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
   One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
   And palms before my feet

Dad we love and miss you very much enjoy peace in our lord’s kingdom with mam and thank you for everything