Grew up with Fisky… right from primary school,

used to stop at his house every day on the way to middle school, didnt bother knocking, just walked in! 

Shirley would make us ‘growing lads’ breakfast… catch a cheeky look at Steve’s fit older sister! (Sorry Karen, we were young lads!!🫣)

back to Fiskys for dinner, sometimes got up to no good!… but thats our secret Fisky 💙

We were friends through school, used to go fishing a lot down Holton pit, after school, summer holidays, fisky would always catch more than me, think its because i was too busy trying to smoke! I’d be on the next peg, trying to roll a smoke, going behind the bush so no one see me, “watch the rod Fisky” id shout….i’d not have a bite for hours, but as soon as he was in charge of the rod… Boom! Fish on! Used to think he was just lucky, but he knew how to fish properly, loved summers down the pit, but spending time with mates is priceless.

undortunately as we grew older, work, marriage… we didnt keep in touch as often as we should, but we always spoke if we see each other, few mesages every now and then, spent time together camping a couple of times in recent years, having a drink round the camp fire, just a shame we didnt do it more 🥹

Rest easy ol mate, its been an honour to have known you