This cache is in memory of a very special man who helped at our youth group, ‘Roadsters’. We always called him ‘Uncle John Pavitt’ (or at least, my family did, I’m not sure if any other ‘Roadster’ members did too!).
He always seemed quite old to me. He probably wasn’t really, but he had wispy white hair around a mostly bald head. Despite his perceived age, he had a great sense of fun and seemed to be able to find the joy in all occasions.
I particularly remember a time when, following one of his many visits to Cornwall from the Midlands, he returned with a broken hip having fallen while climbing a stile similar to this one. However it didn’t stop him dancing! While watching the rest of us getting tangled up dancing at a barn dance, he stood at the side, used his crutches to lift himself up and suspend his legs from the floor; and did a sort of jumping, hopping dance, laughing as he jigged.
Every time I climb a stile such as this I think of Uncle John Pavitt, laughing and dancing with ‘stile’.
Congratulations to portloe1 on FTF