John was a gentleman in the true and traditional sense of the word. Whoever joins up with him on that celestial golf course will be blessed to have such a wise, modest and convivial playing partner.

A grandad who had a one liner up his sleeve and was always laid back. He will be missed by all of us. Alex

Dad had kept the order of service for his friend David Munro (died 2016) in a folder in his lounge - Rich and I wondered if he was sending us a message. This is a poem from that service, appropriate for Dad too: The Golf Course in the Sky As eighteen flags flew at half mast, And glasses were soberly raised high, The latest member was having a ball At the golf course in the sky. Freed from the gravity of the situation, The first tee shot soared through space Bringing a wondrous, beaming smile To a kind, down to earth face. Surrounded by old club friends Once thought never to be seen again, The infinity course beckoned ahead; Eighteen holes were for mere mortal men. Michael Ashby