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Nick was a big part of my university life in Plymouth, I had chosen Plymouth uni so that I could go sailing and Nick was a huge part of that. I will never forget the many Wednesday evening and Sunday morning races we did, along with many other adventures out of Plymouth on both the J97 and J70. Nick really inspired my love of racing. Nick's love of running also rubbed off on me and he provided lots of insight into my training while I was preparing for my first half marathon. He of course breezed round the course and was there waiting at the finish to see me over the line looking like he'd barely broken a sweat! Nick was kind, generous and so completely selfless, I will always hold fond memories of him and the time we spent together. I'll miss you hugely Nick.
Having joined our Wednesday Core Class Nick soon became a loyal lovely member of the group and leading classes when Simon was away, Nick's press ups were brutal though. When discussing a fund raising event at the end of May Nick was enthusiastic and keen to be there. Sadly this was not to be the case. We will all miss him dearly and our thoughts go to his family at this difficult time.
Nick was such a lovely chap to be around. I first knew him through running with the Holbeton Harriers. When Covid struck and we were no longer able to run in large groups, myself and Nick, and a couple of others in Yealmpton joined forces to keep our running going. He loved running down by the river, but I’m not sure he was too impressed when I took him on a new route which included steps dug into a very steep hill……. he enjoyed the downhill afterwards though!! October 2020 saw me take on the Virtual London Marathon. A route was plotted and Nick, along with another friend Sarah, agreed to accompany me on the final 10 miles. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure I’d do it!!!! He encouraged me all the way to the finish and kept telling me what a good pace I was doing (I’m sure he was lying!!!! It felt like a snails pace after 24 miles!!), but his enthusiasm shone through. That was a great morning and I have very fond memories of it to remember him by. He will be missed.
Nick was always so enthusiastic he could persuade you to do anything. He invited me to the winter sailing competition on the Solent: me not being a sailor nor one who likes the freezing cold. Nick was in shorts In November! Suffice to say we all had a great time and I joined him again a month later. Great guy, good fun, I will miss him.
We have many memories of Nick – his laughter, his friendship, his kindness to name but a few. He certainly made the world a brighter place. There was so much merriment, whether it was on the water or on the land, but one particular memory that comes to mind when we were gathered at the house on the Green to watch the Rugby World Cup in 2003 and England winning! We can’t believe that you have sailed to new waters and world is now undoubtedly a lesser place, but we had the privilege to have known this man and call him a friend. Pauline, Thomas and Harry.
Always optimistic; He convincingly said that the Lake Garda marathon would be flat. It wasn’t, undulating up and down along the shore then disappearing into the hills However we achieved our goal of 4 hours or thereabouts although the finish proved allusive. Always patient; I was keen to go on the JOG Cascais trip so crewed on a number of preceding events, but always suffered from mal de mare. But Nick did not complain, anyway we enjoyed many curries afloat. Always good humour; Made the crossing of Biscay but had to abandoned the race and landed in Santander. The race committee were not too impressed with us leaving a track across the land route to Cascais with the race beacon in the boot. Always generous; Ready to help on delivery trips. Great company when the weather gets bad. Will be always missed; Thank you Nick.
Following the skiing initiation..... "I told you skiing was easy!"
Offas Dyke - completion was frustrated by Nick's blisters and my sunburn! Unfinished project.
What a pair. Think he just wanted to show up at the church in my Marcos
I met Nick when he transferred from another local school to the lower 6th at my school. He seemed markedly different to the average bod at that school. He was, even then, irrepressible, full of (sometimes whacky) ideas, positivity and enthusiasm - we hit it off right away. Those "pied-piper" character traits led to some very memorable events, often bordering on seriously " inadvisable" ( but you just couldn't say no). Nick was tough and cheerfully expected others to perform similarly - take my early 80's introduction to skiing ..... he dismissed any suggestion I should get some training in advance, saying I'd "be fine". It transpired that the Barlow ski school involved taking newbies straight to the top of the mountain, the only way down being a narrow, icy red-run framed by precipitous drops to the side! Then there was his idea of mountain biking for beginners - he very easily convinced a friend and me to hire the latest 80's MTBs (not very capable by today's standards), selecting as our "maiden" ride the "double-black", 60-mile Dark Peak loop. Ten hours in, "utterly exhausted" was far too mild a term. But, his judgement as to our capabilities and how much to push/ support people was spot-on, these two sports being my two favourites to this day. Put simply, Nick got the very best out of people but deftly avoided "shredding" them in the process. There were other adventures including walking Offas Dyke ( where he coined the enduring phrase - in a broad Welsh accent - " my shins are Shatt-er-ed"). Also, a fortnight sailing a rented Moody 30 around Bute and Arran - a bit too exciting for my wife Jane, and Teresa - especially when the warship 0.25 miles distant flashed warnings to keep away, then took to the megaphone ..... it was apparently attending to a submarine beneath it! I remember Teresa reaching for the rum. Great times - I loved it, and sailing became Nick's passion of course. We both had a great interest in cars, and I recall some narrow escapes ("climb into the glove box" moments) in a Morris Minor Traveller, various MG BGTs, a Trumph Vitesse and Toledo (odd choice?) and a Reliant Scimitar. I distinctly recall the rear of the Scimitar being heaved back and forth across a dual carriageway like a pendulum, due to a badly set up 4-wheel car trailer. After putting up a valiant struggle, Nick uttered the terrifying and unforgettable words " I'm going to dump it" - before jack-knifing the whole rig on the grass verge. Scary! Nick had such a magnetic personality that just one year in the lower 6th and a few years thereafter (he moved to Rolls Royce and had a couple of other jobs before joining the RAF and moving away) secured a lifetime friendship. I was honoured to be the best man at his and Teresa's wedding (I must have been a low-risk option, or others declined or were absent). As everyone knows, he was great at keeping in touch and it was always easy to pick up where we left off, even though work and family meant we met only rarely. It seemed brilliant when, two years ago, events dictated his return to Derby made sense. He had been retired a few years and I retired just this March. Needless to say, we had plans which, sadly, we can't now play through. It was a joy and a privelege to have known this exceptional man. Upbeat, adventurous, clever and practical, determined and unflappable, utterly reliable and overwhelmingly generous - to all of my family, not just me and Jane. Nothing was ever too much trouble for Nick. Whilst I'll always respect his legacy by aspiring to emulate his great qualities, the fact is that he was a one-off. The world is a poorer pace without him. My family and I will miss him terribly. So long, Red Leader.
The kindest person I've ever met. I was introduced to Nick through sailing when I was studying at Plymouth and Nick was moving to Yealmpton and bringing his boat down to Plymouth. He was looking for some new crew and I was looking for a boat to sail with. Nick invited myself and my partner Hannah out sailing and we instantly hit it off with his funny, laid back yet informative approach to racing. We would then be sailing 3 or 4 days a week with Nick in the summer. Hannah grew up racing and not long after we had been racing with Nick he amended the insurance and put Hannah on to drive the boat after a few weeks of her constructively critiquing Nicks driving. We went on to sail together for 2 or 3 years and more and more students joined the crew. Nick would often ask us to deliver the boat down to various ports in the West country and even allow us to take the boat away for the weekend without him. Who else would let a group of 4 university students take their boat away for the weekend? After leaving uni we met up less but remained in touch over the phone. We were hoping to meet up again this summer. We will miss your humor, positivity and enthusiasm. Fair winds and calm seas Nick.
I met Nick when we were both in the scouts around 1972 and were eventually asked if we could help get an old Transit van ready for a camping trip to Brittany, we spent many days doing all we could to get that thing safe and reliable. The day came where everyone piled in and off we went to Dover but made it only as far as Black Heath, London before the clutch gave up. The scout leaders managed to find overnight accommodation for everyone else and a new clutch. Nick and I spent most of the night underneath the van at the side of the road replacing the clutch, pizza even turned up at one point. Fortunately everything worked and the journey continued the next morning with no further mishaps. That incident cemented our friendship and we were close friends from then on. A few years later Nick bought an MGB sports car and decided it would be a great idea to take it to St.Tropez, it would have been a great idea if it had got a floor in it and the engine wasn't knocking,smoking and rattling and the ferry was already booked for four of us as I was taking my girlfriend (now my wife) with us on my motorbike and Nick was taking our friend Dave with him in the MG. We literally had a month to rebuild the engine and put a floor in, I remember we had to all leave at 8am to catch the ferry and were still working on it at 4am the same day, nonetheless we made it on time and another adventure ensued. Nick was one of the very few I count as a true friend, even after a few years with no contact we could pick up where we left off as often happens when you grow up, get married,move away,have kids etc. It was an honour to be associated with Nick and he has left a hole in our hearts. R.I.P. Nick.
I met Nick through my sister back in about 1972, but later we were both students, Nick stayed with me as a lodger for a while, and in those few months we became friends for life. We shared a sense of humour, revelling in the faintly ridiculous, laughing at absurd song lyrics and inane TV. I'll never forget the fun we had with the music of Devo and the antics with my sister's dog, who shared our lives during that time. After he left we drifted apart a bit, and I know it’s corny, but Nick really was one of those people with whom you can pick up where you left off, after months or even years. During the 45 years since Nick lodged with me, I had come to think of him as the nearest thing I ever had to a brother. Forever cheerful, forever kind, and always ready with a story. Goodbye bro. I am on holiday at the moment the only picture of Nick I have access to is way too unflattering to add here, sadly.
I met Nick at Vodata, he was so kind and so smiley and always finding the positives! Then we went sailing… what an adventure! Every time! You never knew quite what would happen but were always guaranteed a party and laughter and knew you were in safe hands with Nick at the helm. So many stories and such happy memories of lovely, lovely Nick, so generous with his time and his smile, such a very good friend who you knew would always be there if you needed… anything. I will miss him. Go well dear friend into whatever lies beyond and may the wind always be in your sails. With much love, Chantal x
Nick and Lester surprising me with alarm clock Birthday bubbles! I expect Lester is waiting for you Nick at those pearly gates with more bubbles
Nick, we are having to say goodbye to you too early. We were a family, we have so many fond memories with you. One of them being at your and Teresa's house, you making dinner for us all. The meal was delicious, and there was a real family atmosphere. I'm going to miss it, Nick and we are going to miss you.
I received many things over the years from you. Your kindness, sense of humor, respect, love, charm, and joy in your grandchildren to just name a few. To say that it has been the biggest privilege and pleasure to be a part of your family and to share my life with you is an understatement. I will forever miss all the adventures we've had together. From sailing races, to all the runs we did together- the ones with and without the medals at the end of the race. All our runs were brilliant but I particularly loved our running holiday in Bulgeria for your 60th birthday, the Santa Run with the running buggy when Emilia was 10 months old and that 10 mile ALL UP THE HILL run from Plymouth to Grandma and Papa's house in Yelverton. I usually dislike running up the hill but you made that run so enjoyable and it felt like a huge achievement. I will forever miss your delicious beef & potato stew- the sailing signature dish, cheese and marmite sandwiches and all the yummy curries you've made us over the years. I will forever miss your Dad jokes, which used to take me a while to understand but then they would have me in stitches. I will also forever miss all the parties and dancing we did together. JOG balls and family events. One of my favourite memories with you is from my and Oliver's wedding night when you and I held onto each other and you called me your daughter and I called you Dad. How lucky was I to have you as a Father in Law. I will forever miss seeing you taking on various challenges. It was a pleasure to watch you achieve goals and smash your Personal Bests. You had a real drive for life and always said YES to everything. You were a huge inspiration to everyone who knew you. Emilia and Billy will always and forever hear from us about how amazing, innovative, warm, kind, generous and genius their Daddad was. We love you very much and miss you sorely and achingly every single day x
Cycling adventures around the IoW. We all looked a bit younger then?
So much shared, storms and disasters, sunshine and success; in sailing and our lives ashore. Nick was just such a lovely man. Generous to a fault, and always so good to be around, he will be sadly missed by very many friends, and has been taken far too soon. I feel especially sad for his family, that he never held Billy is just even more tragic. I cannot list all of our shared adventures, the boats, the races abandoned, completed, and won, and occasionally when we broke things ! both hanging on in terror in storms, and lazing in the joy of champagne weather.......ashore the challenges and successes with Paknet and Vodafone. It has been a privilege to know you Nick, RIP
Nick joined Holbeton Harriers soon after we set it up and he was always an enthusiastic member of the group and enjoyed a pint in the pub afterwards. He loved to chat and was always interested in other people. He would often talk about his family who he clearly loved deeply as well as his other hobbies. When he moved up to Derbyshire he always kept in touch with the group and joined us on occasions when he was down in Devon. We wanted to put together a collage of club photos for the pub and Nick offered to help with this. The result was a fantastic set of framed pictures that remain hung up in the Mildmay Colours pub. I will always remember Nick as such a kind, warm hearted gentleman who had such a zest for life and always with a smile on his face.
What a guy.. I remember the first time we met, he and Teresa had just moved into Yealmpton. I cycled most Saturdays with a group of friends in Yealmpton and Jason had invited Nick to ride with us, Jason told me we had another cyclist and that he was my age… being the oldest in our group I was quite excited. Thinking I won’t be at the back …, but after the ride I named him “Fit Nick” and I was still at the back ….we swapped mobile numbers and I am honoured to say we became friends. He was always happy, positive, helpful and a true gentleman. We all will miss him but what a legend!
Strange to think that in all the years Nick and I were involved in JOG that we never actually sailed together, what a regret. I think we both much enjoyed nattering about all things sailing after races and committee meetings and despite not actually meeting in recent times kept in touch by phone. Always good to talk with Nick and they were never short conversations. Awful to think he's no longer around but just great to have known him. A life well lived.
My story with Nick began when I developed an interest in learning to Sail. Fortunately a mutual friend and work colleague of Nicks put us in touch with each other. That was the start of a great friendship. Nick was hugely supportive of myself and other novices alike, both generous with his time and the use of his boat too. Without him I would never have achieved bucket list challenges and experiences of the Fastnet, Cowes Week and Round the Island races or learning to eat arse hot chilli and curry from a plastic dog bowl Sailing along at 45 degree on a lumpy sea, which was not so much a bucket list activity but more of a survival story. Of course along with Sailing we both loved a beer or two, proper English dark and warm stuff and not that lager rubbish. Little did I realise that I would develop a taste for Dark and Stormies too, a skinful of which seems to be the prerequisite before the following mornings round the can Sailing or après race nights in distant French ports. Unfortunately Nick moved away to Plymouth and lately back to his home of Derby so our meetings were less frequent than I would have liked. Sadly we were due to meet this coming week. He'll be sadly missed....
Nick was so supportive of his fellow runners. He supported Tanya with her virtual London marathon.
Nick was a proud member of the Holbeton Harriers running club and I have very happy memories of running with him, particularly during lockdown when we couldn’t run as a whole club. We ran a lot round the River Yealm. Nick loved running by the river and finding new routes. Neither of us were exactly ‘goat footed’ though and I remember us staring in horror at a very muddy ditch we had to cross on one occasion and a tortuous flight of twist steps on another. Nick was funny, kind and adored his family. He was so delighted to be a Grandad. We will miss him.
We cant believe he has gone. Where to start - the battles we had with Nick back in JOG on Xploiter when we sailed under him eating lasagne. We had a great beer in St Vaast over that. On the theme of St Vaast, We had a very foggy finish one morning and bumped into Peter and Sandie on route to the pub once we finished. A few hours later, there was a cheese and wine party on Red Zep and the whole JOG fleet were being entertained by Nick. Nick was a generous man and charming to be racing with where he was very patient with all of us. He lived respected and died regretted. Per Ardua Ad Astra Nick.
Nick was a terrible influence on me, the worst wine and rum experiences of my life were down this man. On his insistence, we parted with £1.99 for a 1.5L plastic bottle of 'Tescos Merlot' prior to going to the best steak house in town, which was sadly wasted on me, on account of the terrible wine. Also the worst rum, bought solely because it was called 'Old Nick' and it was the only booze we could find on a bank holdey weekend in cherbourg peninsula, this was poured over the side, even we hardened students couldn't stomach it. So thanks Nick for those two experiences, but also countless more which have shaped the course of my life. Tom Flint.
Francesca Evans
Francesca Evans
It was such a privilege to have know Nick. I met Nick through sailing when I was a student at Plymouth, some of my fondest memories of my time in Plymouth are sailing with Nick. We is one of the kindest and most generous people I have ever met. His enthusiasm for sailing was infectious and he was such a big part of making the sport accessible for me and many other students. I will cherish the memories of Wednesday evening sailing as well as brilliant events like JOG week.
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