Phil Davies
05-06 2023 16:45
wrote:
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.
Phil Davies
05-06 2023 16:45
wrote:
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.
