Terry was born on 21st July 1950 in Acton, London, to William George and Doris Smith. His father William was a booking clerk with the London Railway and Mum Doris, worked as an office typist. Terry was the youngest of three sons born to William and Doris; the eldest being Brian and the middle son, Jonathan. Schooling for Terry began in Acton, London, and then when the family moved to Murrow in Cambridgeshire, where his father ran the village shop, he continued his education at the villiage school in Murrow, followed by Queens secondary school at Wisbech and St Peter’s in Huntingdon. What did Terry do for a living? I think it would be easier to list the jobs that he did not do. Terry’s Cv would have outdone that of 007. He started as a solicitors clerk, then was a purser in the Merchant Marines, then went deep sea trawling, then worked in various hotels and finally he started life on the railways, driving trains and progressing to a senior management position [although Terry said that being a train driver was the best job he had done]. As we reminisced about Terry’s early life, brother Jonathan shared a few amusing stories that sum up the sort of person that Terry was, and was to become. He was always the one to ‘have a go’ and take on a dare. On one occasion, while still living in Acton, the kids were jumping off a road-bridge on Western Avenue. Terry was quite small in stature during his childhood, but it did not stop him from deciding that he was going to jump from the highest point; he did, and broke his leg for his bravery. The break was quite nasty and to assist the healing, he was issued with a lead boot to wear for several months. Terry did not like this at all, but his mum said to him ‘If you can jump higher than anyone else, you can pull that lead boot along’ On another occasion, when living in Murrow, Terry’s father was talking to a neighbour, and was standing with a broom handle which was visible between his legs. Terry was dared to shoot at the broom handle with his airgun and was again ‘up to the challenge’. He aimed, but sadly missed, hitting his dad on the backside….. Terry ran off with his dad chasing after him, hopping from one leg to another to counteract the pain inflicted by the airgun pellet and threatening to give him what for when he caught him. On yet another occasion, the lads were helping dad in the garden to put in wooden posts for a terrace. Brian was at one end of a length of timber and Terry was at the other and dad was trying to get a level on it; dad kept saying to Brian. Up a bit… then down a bit…. up a bit, no, down a bit… up a bit, and was really getting upset with Brian because he was not holding the wood steady. All along, Terry was moving his end of the timber in the opposite direction to Brian. These stories sum up a little of the character of Terry and it is now obvious where his nicknames ‘Terry the Terror’ and ‘El Tel’ came from. Vicki met Terry at the Christopher Hotel in Bath where he was working as a barman; it was love at first sight, and six months after that meeting, on October 19th 1974 they were married in Peterborough. Their son Christopher was born on 17th January 1978 and daughter Carly came into the world on June 1st 1979 .On 17th December 2004, Carly and Adam presented Terry and Vicki with a wonderful grandson named Cameron. Terry loved sports of all kinds and played for Huntingdon Rugby Club and pulled for the railway tug-of-war team. Amongst his most favourite interests and hobbies must be listed cricket, rugby, doing puzzles, boating, the sea and last but not least…. floating on his li-lo ! His favourite sayings include ‘we are where we are’, ‘you know it makes sense’ and he called every woman he met ‘princess’ Terry’s taste in music was as wide and varied as the jobs he did and it would be possibly easier to name the sort of music he did not like… but I have nothing to write down. He enjoyed all sorts of food but his pet hate was celery… he could just about manage sweetcorn… but celery…no! Another thing that Terry struggled with was needles and he also hated hospitals with a vengeance. In 2001 Terry had to undergo heart bypass surgery. Both their jobs were very demanding and involved long hours which was taking it’s toll on their health…. they needed a total lifestyle change and they needed it soon. Vicki did some research, they came out to the Port, saw the proposed villa development and bought off-plan. Vicki told me that Terry walked round the plot with a compass to make sure that the house was south facing; he loved the sun, but spoke constantly about the other love in his life [besides Vicki].. the railways. They moved out here to their new home in Puerto de Mazarron six years ago. Terry was intelligent, quick witted, sociable and hard working; he was a loyal son, brother, husband, father, granddad and friend. He was a man’s man a family man… a good man, who came to Spain and lived on the water. God bless you Terry.. you will be so very sadly missed by so many people whose lived you have touched… you have left everyone so many fond memories which can never be taken away. Vicki and the family would like to thank everyone for their love and care towards them during this very difficult time and special thanks to those friends and workmates who have travelled from the U.K and Ireland at such short notice to be here to support them today… thank you so much.