Brian was our friend. He loved the Morris
and the Morris loved Brian. He was one of our family and we
shared many happy times together; dancing, eating, drinking
and laughing. And that's how we will remember Brian; he liked
In September (1994) we had a team dancing
at Yately where Brian danced every dance. He said he
felt short of breath and off his beer and I told him we were
all getting old. Two weeks after that Sue called with
the news which we all have found so devastating and a cruel
reminder of our mortality.
Through the last 6 months Brian kept up his
dedication to the Morris and still came along on a Wednesday
evening, even when he must have been mentally and physically
exhausted. And he could still laugh
The courage it took to keep going through
that period is beyond our imagination, but I know he had tremendous
support from Sue, Gillian, Bob and Richard. He was fortunate
indeed to have a tower of strength and support in Sue. She
has our absolute imagination and sympathy
Brian played for us and looked after our business
affairs for 2 years up until he received the dreadful news.
He was a regular and dependable supporter who could always
be relied on and we shall miss him greatly. Not just
for his support but for his fellowship
On warm, dusty summer's evening's in June,
as the sun set's by a lonely downside pub, and as twelve tired
dancers go in to quench their thirst, they'll sit round a
table and talk of Brian. That tune he played, the stories
he told; because for as long as there is an Icknield Way Morris.
There will be memories of Brian.
Brian, we thank you for your comradeship and
for everything you gave us which enriched our lives.
29th March 1995
Like many of us, Brian felt that the soul of the Morris resided
in just one hallowed place; his ashes are scattered in Bampton.