Thinking of you all with fondness today – both at home and away. I recall meeting ‘Mr Semple’, as he was known to me then when Ali, Steve and I were at university together. Back then and since, he was fit, fun, and in fine fettle; a man loved to talk, and who loved to tease. He was so proud of all his family, and it was a pleasure to have known him and a privilege to have felt part of your family for so long. Extending our thoughts to you all today, especially to Jenny. Heather & Paul

I will remember many things about Dad, but three will always stand out for me. The first was his love and enjoyment of the exotic. Maybe that was part of accepting me as a daughter in law, but it was certainly a part of his enjoying his visits to Pakistan, whether it was a trek in the Himalayas, or wandering around the city, or canoeing on the Indus River, or even just working at our home on the farm. The second was how much trouble he took for people. All the many times I used to come to England, at least once a year and sometimes more, whether I was on my own or with the children, whether I was on work or on a family visit, (except for one memorable trip when only Mum could come and pick me up!) as long as Dad was physically able, he would come to collect me/us at the airport. From the day I became a daughter in law, he was always there to receive me when I came to visit them, and that was very important to me and to my parents. One year when I mixed up the dates and missed my flight, he came two days running, all the way from Winchester to Heathrow, although I begged him not to, I was so annoyed with myself. But he came anyway. And both Dad and Mum provided family love and support for all of us. Every time we visited, Dad and Mum would have some treat lined up for the children. There were occasions over the summer, when inundated with visitors, they would take turns to take us out, and specially the children on special trips which are some of our best memories. And all this fetching and carrying wasn’t just for us, but for our friends and my family when they visited England, whether we were there or not, specially for my mother, my sister and many cousins and friends, most specially our beloved friend Jameel. And the third thing was simply an extension of this, his tireless work and commitment for less privileged people, whether it was people who needed support through Trinity or whether it was for a non-English speaking Pakistani friend whom even couldn’t communicate with in words, or Pakistanis who had lost their homes in the earthquake, or Pakistani canoeists caught in many different fixes! So many people in Pakistan remember him, on every trip he connected with old friends and made new ones. We will all miss him very very much. Yameema

Remembering our wonderful neighbour Neville will always bring a smile to our faces. A truly inspiring man, from his running to his cheerful laughter whenever we saw him, he was great example to all of how to live a happy and fulfilled life. You’ll be missed Neville. Much love, The Day family xx

In Memory of a very kind, fun loving person, just and fair – never being one eagerly awaited to hear of his last adventure. He loved his family and he will be missed by all. Loving thoughts, Ann & Barry Franklin & Anastasia Arnold

My Dad was born on 2nd September 1936, and died on 2nd May 2020. The hardest thing, writing about another person’s life, is that we only ever see a fraction, we’re only there for a bit of it. But the bit I remember most vividly is living in Jordanstown, Northern Ireland, and Dad would go running every morning, for an hour round Belfast Lough, and would regularly return with an injured seabird, its wings covered in oil, or some other injury. There was a herring gull called Spiky, a cormorant called Sponge. And we would have to feed and look after these poorly, abandoned birds, wash them clean in the bath, before they could be returned safely to the Lough. He also collected useful bits of driftwood, and, eventually, using timber he had foraged, and some he had bought, he built a yacht – his own boat, constructed from scratch, complete with mast, sails, tiller, everything – long before you could find out how to do these things on the internet. But I don’t think it ever occurred to Dad that he had limits, that it might be an idea to stop and rest. He lived enough life for a dozen people, 84 remarkable years. How lucky we were to have shared so many of them. Thanks, Dad.

Thankyou Neville for being the fab neighbour you have been in our time here in Littleton. Always kind, interested, generous (green beans like no others) and a hugely positive force in our community. We've loved your witty conversations, fun sense of humour and your general energy for life. My overriding memory is opening the bedroom curtains each morning for years before work, and seeing you RETURNING in your yellow running gear... ! We won't forget you Neville - thanks for being you. Caro, Chris, Matt and Rachel Leitzell xxxx