My dad showed love with acts of service to anyone who asked or needed it, that showed up as being taxi driver, house sitter, handy man and most treasured by me, carpenter.   Anything I wished for he would make it if he could, and he always could.   I'm sure many friends and family will have something he made in their possession to remember him by.  My earliest memory of one such project is the cabin bed I’d always wanted. I was scared of the dark, mostly of the monsters under the bed.  Cabin beds seal up all the dark holes on view under the bed and make it safe to put your feet on the floor without monsters being able to grab you, or reach up to you while you sleep.   Dad made me a large and cosy cabin bed - with comforting sides which rose up above the mattress and  gave me the feeling of being protected in my den of a bed.   Over the years he’s made me candle holders, runic dice, plant tables, side tables and a beautiful charpoy bed.   Once he’d made the wooden charpoy we wove the beds seat together as a family with varying degrees of success.


Although he gave up smoking many years ago now, I’ll probably always remember him with a pipe in his mouth.