One of my earliest memories of Tony is of him organizing the Grand March as he always did at the skating club on a Sunday afternoon. It was the only time I could get Ruth out of the beginners end where she pretended to be helping with the children. His firm sure hand was also always welcome in our early efforts at square dancing. I remember, too, the day, as I was completing the construction of my new garage, he drove in and did a three point turn inside with his shiny red Austin A40.