A very sad day indeed. I had thought he was going to pull through this one and bless us with his music and his soul for many more years to come. It is obvious of what kind of impact he had on us all by reading the posts on this site. I cannot find the words to explain the connection I had to my uncle Pete but his music provided much comfort to me in my early years when we emmigrated to Canada and was the very reason that I have and continue to fumble away at the guitar. I am going to list some of the memories that come to mind.

Broadstairs Festival when I was 5 (getting lost at the ice cream shop)
Pete never believing in having a tax sticker
Walking up to the front of the Coach House to ask him to play Fie man Fie
Bringing him beer to the stage at the Coach House
The giant crocodile
Pete living with us and then moving in next door on Crayford Road
Guy Fawks night at his place - don't remember where it was but was a second floor apartment - I think Terry lived with him for awhile and had a set of false boobies
Morning walks with Gypsy and Rastus
The stereo he hand built for my Dad
The Gibson guitar he had stolen
Hanging out with him and Grandad and Pete leaving me standing on the curb completely forgetting to drive me home
The night before we left for Canada and him playing all night long
The Hartley Morris Horse - I still have Dad's rosettes
His first visit to Canada and my pub
The pig roast at the farm for the football team and Pete playing
My visit for Pete and Vals wedding with Big T. (Big T will be sad)
Algonquin with Val and Pete - Pete tipping both him and Val after about two hours in - the rescue and the "no problem let's keep going"
Dad dying and Pete and Blossom playing to celebrate Dad's life.

There are many more memories and because he has given us the gift of his music he will never really be gone.

Love and Best wishes to all of you that share this sad day.

Paul