Wood Green Animal Shelters
Registered Number 298348
In Loving Memory and
Thanksgiving for the Life of
Peter James Rolph
13th June 1928 ~ 20th March 2021
Peter, was the youngest son of Alec and Dorothy Rolph, he had an elder brother Donald and an elder sister Rosemary. After finishing schooling at the age of 14, Peter became an apprentice motor vehicle technician. Between the age of 18 and 20 years, Peter served with the RAF for his two years of national service, subsequently Peter reverted to his pre-RAF career, as a commercial vehicle technician, until he retired at the age of 62.
In October 1941, when Peter was 13, a German 215 Dornier twin engine bomber, was headed towards Poplar Farm. Peter knew all the sounds of the aircraft that flew over, this one sounded different and approached from the South, over Fulbourn's Windmill Hill, heading North towards Marshall's airfield. The next thing Peter remembered was a loud RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT, as the machine guns on the German bomber started firing. Peter could see the bullets going into the ground a short distance from where he was standing, in what is now the driveway to Colts Meadow. Peter doesn’t know if they were firing at him, or the haystacks next to the farm. Around this time Peter frequently used to deliver fresh milk to the soldiers manning the anti-aircraft guns, on Fulbourn's Windmill Hill, and often received cake in return for his troubles, he also recalled P51 Mustangs being operated from Bottisham airfield, and also an enemy plane being shot down, which subsequently crashed near Fleam Dyke, just to the South East of Fulbourn.
Prior to Peter joining the RAF, he met and courted Mary. As part of his national service Peter was posted to the Isle of Man, and this distanced relationship, in conjunction with a number of other factors, led to a hiatus in his courtship with Mary. After leaving the RAF, Peter returned to Cambridge, working for the company 'Gilbert Rice', primarily servicing and repairing Ford vehicles and playing lots of football in his spare time. It was playing football that ultimately brought Mary and Peter back together again, Peter sustained an eye injury, which resulted in him being in hospital for a number of days, and when Mary heard of this, she visited him and they both realised they were destined to be together, Peter and Mary got engaged in late 1951, and married approximately 6 month later, on the 15th March 1952, Peter being 23 and Mary 22 years old at the time.
Peter, the Husband
Peter and Mary started married life living in two rooms at Poplar Farm in Hinton Road, where they were very happy. In the mid-1950s they decided to move to Brighton, to be closer to Mary's family where Lesley was born. After a year, they returned to Fulbourn and lived in a tiny cottage along Station Road. Peter's dad, Alec Rolph, gave them a small piece of land in Hinton Road, and they were able to build their dream bungalow, 'Colts Meadow'. Peter was very much 'hands on' in the building of the bungalow. On March 1st, 1959, Mary remembers riding through Fulbourn on a red tractor, with 2 year old Lesley. Alec Rolph was driving, and all their furniture was being transported in the trailer behind! Peter and Mary soon settled into their brand-new home (the plans for which had come from the Practical Household magazine) and went on to have 3 more beautiful children.
Peter was a loving and devoted husband to Mary throughout their married lives together, which spanned almost seventy years. The four children gave Peter and Mary eight grandchildren, but more on the children and grandchildren, later. Peter, Mary and their four children enjoyed many happy holidays together, typically in England, Wales and Scotland, but there was one holiday, which was a slightly delayed celebration of their 25th wedding anniversary, where the whole family flew to America for a four week stay with Peter's sister, Rosemary, and her husband Charles Berdo, in Iowa. After the children grew up, and left home, Peter and Mary had various holidays, including wedding anniversary trips to London, staying in posh hotels and seeing shows in the West end. They also travelled around Europe, often with Mary's younger sister, June, and her husband Philip Porritt. Peter and Mary did also go back to America for a further holiday with his sister, and they even ventured to Malaysia, for two holidays with their youngest son and his wife, who were working and living there at the time.
Towards the end Peter became increasingly reliant on Mary, who effectively became his carer, and from November 2020, Peter was mostly housebound. Peter's health unfortunately gradually declined further this March, which resulted in him being admitted to Addenbrooke's hospital on the afternoon of their 69th wedding anniversary, on the 15th March. Mary opening their anniversary cards, with Peter, in hospital on the 17th March. Although initially it appeared Peter might pull through, he took a turn for the worse in the early hours of the 19th March, and subsequently passed away peacefully in his sleep, whilst still in hospital, with Mary and his youngest daughter, Susan, by his side. Despite the hospitals visiting restrictions associated with Covid-19, Peter fortunately dodging this horrible virus, was able to be visited by Mary, their four children, as well as some of their children's partners, and also some of their grandchildren. Mary stoically remaining by Peter's hospital bedside throughout the bulk of the day and all of the night of the 19th March, and being with him to the very end of his journey, at 12:53pm on the 20th March.
Peter, the Dad
Dad was a doting father to his four children and their respective spouses/partners: Lesley and Nick; Steven and Sue; Paul and Lian and Susan and Ren; and his eight grandchildren: Michael, Anthony, Laura, Mia, Xena, Jason, Dante and Katie. Dad loved spending time with all of his family, especially if they were assisting him, in the garden.
Dad was passionate about football, an avid supporter of Cambridge United, and for a good period of his life, he went to see almost every home game of his local club. Whenever Dad went to watch one of these games, you could tell almost immediately whether they'd won or lost, even before he'd walked through the door, his body language and demeanour readily indicating the success or failure of his favourite local team. Dad would sometimes take his Dad, Alec, and occasionally Lesley, Steven or Paul would also go to watch a match with him. Typically, the children only went a few times on account of being slightly taken aback by how enthusiastically, and embarrassingly loudly, Dad cheered and clapped his team on. Susan never went to watch a match with Dad, probably largely on account of the warnings given by her elder siblings. During a number of family celebrations, it wasn't unknown for Dad to mysteriously sneak off, and find an unoccupied room with a television in, such that he could watch a little of a crucial match. Dad was also a keen follower of snooker, which seemed to be his preferred back-up for when there was no football on television.
Dad was a real lover of gardening, naturally green fingered, always nurturing plants, shrubs and trees, and growing fruits and vegetables, often enough not only to feed both himself and Mary, but also other members of their family, and friends too. In his golden years, Dad found such joy pottering in his garden, and despite having the odd tumble towards the end, his garden simply seemed to keep him going. He was always remodelling differing aspects of his garden, so as to make it more pleasing to his and Mary's eyes, right up to the point where he became housebound.
Dad enjoyed holidaying with his family, he bought an elderly Ford Thames Dormobile, which had been converted to a comfortable campervan by a previous owner. There was one holiday, where Dad, Mary and the children all slept in the campervan, alongside a spare engine, which was taken along, just in case the existing engine expired. We're not sure Dad thought he'd be able to swap an engine with the help of Mary and the four children, and the odd pet or two, or whether it was to ensure a garage wouldn't be able to overcharge for the price of spare parts.
There were many happy occasions travelling in this campervan with Dad at the helm, be it visiting relatives at Brighton and enjoying the bracing walks along the promenade or venturing further afield to other scenic parts of this beautiful country, camping in a much loved family tent. One evening, just as the four children were all snuggling down in their sleeping bags, getting comfortable, there would be a brief period of calm followed by a loud shriek as Dad’s freshly worn socks mischievously found their way onto the children’s pillows and were then tossed with shrills of fun and excitement between the children and Dad.
On another camping holiday, Dad and Duke (the families first pet dog) were sleeping in the outer part of the family tent, the remainder of the family being in the inner tent, with its waterproof built in groundsheet. One night, the intensity of the rain was such that water started to gradually work its way through the outer tent, which Duke soon abandoned, seeking sanctuary in the inner tent with the rest of the family. Unfortunately, with Mum, four children and a large dog already squeezed into the inner tent, designed for four persons, there simply wasn't enough room for Dad as well. A little later Dad abandoned ship and spent the rest of the night sleeping in a slightly soggy sleeping bag in the campervan.
Dad was often rushing in from work, after a hard long day, smelling of oil, and quickly getting changed (never ever moaning), to take Susan to gymnastics training, in Sawston, with 3 of Susan's very lively and loud friends. The girls had such fun sliding around on the campervan tabletop and doing forward rolls on the seats, all the girls thought the old campervan was very cool and absolutely loved it when it was Dad’s turn to take them to gymnastics training.
During one of Dad and Mum's visits to Lesley and Nicks home in Berkshire, (when both Dad and Mum were in their 70s), they all visited a nearby village pub. None of them had ever been to this pub before, and on arrival, they noticed that there was a Skittles Alley and that a Skittles Tournament was just about to begin. They all quickly signed up for this popular event and were soon immersed in the different 'heats' of the competition. Mum, Nick and Lesley were quickly eliminated, but Dad was doing well. He got through the quarter finals and then to the semi-finals. At this point, it was noticed that other people in the pub were also taking a great interest in Dad and his skills. They began to show their encouragement, by chanting loudly, PE-TER, PE-TER, PE-TER! The final was very exciting. Dad won by a good margin. He was awarded the cash prize and everyone in the pub cheered. And Lesley kept telling everyone - 'That's my Dad'.
Throughout his life, Dad was very much a look after the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves type of guy, and although he would occasionally splash the cash, when he saw the resulting bill, it was often accompanied by a clearly audible 'how much!'. A few years ago, Dad found a lovely new pullover in Goldings of Newmarket, that prompted just such an exclamation. Therefore, Mary thought that Dad should be wearing this very pullover, along with a matching tie, white shirt, and a pair of his best trousers, for his final journey.
Dad will be greatly missed by all, although we will be very sad, we must strive to be happy, cherish his memories and ensure that they live on with his children, and his children's children. Dad wouldn't want us to turn our backs on tomorrow and relive yesterday to still be with him, he'd want us to be happy for tomorrow, because of yesterday.
Peter, the Grandad
If ever there was one way to describe Grandad, it would be that he is the quintessential Grandad. That is, he was everything you might imagine a Grandad to be.
Indeed, he has himself come to define what we might aspire to be in a Grandparent should the day ever come: alongside his soft pullovers often smartly adorned with a shirt and tie, a smile that calms the soul, captivating laughter that invites you to be at ease in his company, and a gentle, affable demeanour that is a display of unconditional love. With Grandad and Grandmum, we felt like we truly had a second loving home. Amongst the decades-old books and trinkets and an eclectic décor from a bygone era, it was a home warm with humour, trust, and adoration.
A youthful glint in his eye defied his advanced years. Never once really known to frown, his ever-present, slightly playful but nonetheless sincere smile assured us that we would always find a companion in Grandad. Weary from the bedlam of childhood, or the angst of the tumultuous teenage years, or the strangeness of university life, moving to a new city or starting new jobs – though perhaps we did not always show our gratitude – there was always Grandad and Grandmum to remind us that despite it all, we would get through it.
After pulling our sleeves up to help bake a cake (and eat most of the cake mix before it went in the oven) or beautify the garden (not that we had much of an idea about what we were doing), all our woes could be forgotten for a while, and we could find tranquillity in Grandad and Grandmum’s company. After all, they had been through all that and much worse, and it had not tainted them with bitterness or misery.
Grandad had a ‘get up and go’ attitude. One such occasion, which we will always remember, is when we were all riding bikes on holiday at Center Parcs. Grandad was leader of the pack when gradually he appeared to lose momentum, going up quite a steep but short incline, before dropping flat and vanishing sideways into a ditch. The cracking of the branches troubled everyone, not least Grandad. When it was determined there were in fact no broken bones, he got back on that bike and pedalled along, with us all to the sports dome. Once there, where with his lightning-sharp reactions he proceeded to annihilate all of us at table tennis. Indeed, even in his later years he certainly helped myself and Dad whip the girls in numerous games of Sequence!
We would always look forward to spending time with Grandad and Grandmum. As young children we wouldn’t want to leave, much to the chagrin of Mum and Dad. It was an adventure to go for a ride in immaculately kept Rue, myself up front as “co-pilot” but barely able to see over the dashboard, and Laura in the back, delicately brushing Grandmum’s hair for the entirety of the journey. Of course, there were always copious amounts of sweets, which barely touched the sides. It was an honour to return the favour when we were old enough to drive, although I can’t say we have ever matched up to their range of on-board snacks.
One such adventure in Rue was when the four of us went to the cinema to see Happy Feet. Having spoiled us with all the sweets known to man, which we snuck in and once sat down to watch, much to Grandad’s observable, audible and prolonged horror, it wasn’t March of the Penguins! He was certainly more at ease putting the old family video camera reels on.
It would seem we have Grandad, and to a lesser extent Grandmum, to thank for our insatiable appetites and fast metabolisms (it’s a blessing), particularly the sweet tooth. We still salivate over those sugar-coated apples! When out with Grandad, Grandmum and Mum and Dad, a diversion to the pub was often obligatory. On one occasion he ordered fish and chips, and his battered cod would’ve given Moby Dick a run for his money. Sure enough, it appeared to osmose into Grandad while we still had half the plate to go. He sat with a contented smile, observing the world, having conquered the feast with a clean plate to boot. He had particular tastes too – once asking for mustard with spaghetti bolognaise!
With his adept skills with heavy tools and a delicate touch where it needed it, Grandad kept his house, car, and garden immaculate. He paid the same attention to his relationship with us. A fix and mend attitude, providing tender loving care and looking after things with an attention to detail showed us he would always lend a helping hand or words of wisdom, and that we could be forgiven for our mistakes, and above all we would be good enough in spite of any wearisome self-doubt.
For us, Grandad was far more than good enough. He was a very special devoted gentleman, a delightful Grandad with whom we shared many unique and wholly joyful moments. Guinness will always be drunk with Grandad in mind, billiard games played, and flowers smelled with Grandad in our soul. He was the type of human being we might one day, at the age of 92 aspire to become. He will forever have a dedicated Grandad-shaped space in our hearts. For us, he will forever be everything it means to be a Grandad. Grandad, thank you for being you, and we love you.
I remember the day we met for the first ever time, I'll never forget how nervous I was, but the moment you opened the door and smiled, I knew you would be someone special to me and I was right, we have had so many laughs and jokes together, and I will cherish every moment, for as long as I shall live.
Although we were not always family, whenever we came to visit, or we spoke on the phone, it always felt like we were born into the family, you were always so lovely and cheerful whenever we visited. I will always remember the days out we had, and the days we spent in your wonderful garden in the summer, and all the different holidays we went on as family, not to mention the cream tea places we visited.
I remember the times we would go out to lunch, or even have wonderful home cooked meals by Grandmum, how you both would be smiling away all the time and having pleasant dinner conversations about sports and the various other many topics we covered.
You have one of the biggest hearts and cheekiest ways about you and I thank you so much from the deepest parts of my heart, for coming into my life and making it so much brighter, just by being you.
I know that it's not much, but I remember the times where we chatted about sports, with you sat in your armchair, while you watched football and we drank tea, made by Grandmum.
You where such a wonderful person and although your time amongst us is over, I'm certain that you will shine bright as ever, in your new garden in the sky.
Nevertheless, you will always be in our hearts and minds wherever we go in life, and whenever we go to places which serve cream tea's, we will always think of you and smile from all the happy memories we have of you.
Grandad was a tender-hearted, mellow, and ever smartly dressed in a tie and braces, gentleman with a mischievous energy in his blue eyes. There was always a warm and endearing smile dancing on his lips. He was a loving guardian, an encouraging supporter and advisor on every subject big and small, to all of his grandchildren. He was a very special and exemplary Grandad, truly fulfilling the role and more.
I cherish the childhood memories of little adventures out in the impeccably kept Rue, Grandad at the wheel in his tweed hat and matching coat, with a jar of mints permanently at hand and always offered out before we’d even left the village. Often the adventures were never far, a garden centre, a park or Grantchester Meadows for afternoon tea, even so, it was always a pleasure.
In his later years, age was very much just a number, he’d happily and confidently steam up a step ladder to put out the summer awning, alarming us all as he seemed to sway precariously with the wind. Nothing was going to stop him tending to his home, and meticulously laid-out garden.
At Colts Meadow when fizzy drinks were requested by the grandchildren, the opening of the bottles were always accompanied by a 'FIZZ' sound supplied by Grandad, to give the impression the bottles were brand new and definitely not at all flat, it was always with a brilliant gleam in his eyes and brought chuckles all-round.
At family events, he’d repeatedly sneak off to watch the football or snooker only to be found an hour or so later perfectly content, a follower of sport right to the very end. When there was no sport on the telly, he could be coaxed into a tense game of sequence, a very competitive table tennis match or a rowdy game of crazy eights. He would never go down without a fight or a playful winning grin. However, he too was often happy to observe things from a far, with just a gentle smile or nod enough to encourage and reassure.
It was a privilege and honour to have made so many precious memories with you, you will forever be our Grandad, just now as a guardian angel. I love you so very much and I will miss you more than I thought possible.
Mia and Dante
Dante and I have so many happy memories of our wonderful Grandad. Holidays in Norfolk and Dorset, Christmas mornings opening our stockings on the end of their bed whilst Grandmum and Grandad were drinking their cups of tea, playing numerous games including the matchstick game; a family favourite, and who am I; a game that always caused debates.
Our Earliest memory of our Wonderful Grandad was when Mum and Dad went on holiday to Scotland, and Grandmum and Grandad stayed at the old bake house to look after us. One day, the four of us decided to play hide and seek, Grandmum made it clear what areas of the house were out of bounds. The game began, and Grandmum was the seeker, she found Dante and I very quickly, but she couldn’t seem to find Grandad. We all searched high and low for 30 minutes and still no sign of Grandad. At this point, we thought Grandad might have been mischievous, and Grandmum started to search the out of bounds areas. We found Grandad, in the ‘out of bounds cupboard’ under the stairs, with the light on, reading his newspaper, he seemed quite content.
On one of our lovely family holidays to Shropshire, we visited Ironbridge and went to a museum. Towards the end of the museum, we noticed that Grandad had disappeared. We found him 20/30 minutes later on top of the Ironbridge looking down and waving at us. Once we had found Grandad at the top of the bridge, we went for lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. Grandad said very loudly in the shop “i’ll have one of those buggerettes please.” He meant a baguette…
More recently, Grandad liked to remind us of his younger side, especially in his older years. When we moved to Rampton Road, Dad attached a rope swing to the willow tree for Dante and I to swing on. Grandad decided to show us how it was done a few months after his knee operation, Mum and Dad’s face was a picture when they turned around and saw him swinging from the willow tree.
Grandad always enjoyed being involved in our lives, he even liked to give our jobs a go. He took a particular liking to Dante’s gas gun.
We will remember our grandad with a mischievous glint in his eye, a wonderful warm smile, and always having the best sweets. Grandad we love you and you will be forever in our hearts.
Grandad, what can I say, you're kind, sweet and your head always smelled great! It was like you had rubbed deodorant on it. I remember the stories mum would tell me, such as the scone story, how you took such care piling on the jam and cream, thinking it was all for you.
I loved how you did funny impressions like the lion from wizard of OZ, the chicken noises you made when we were on holiday. I remember you pushing me on the swing in your garden and making jokes with us. How we all laughed about the squirrels stealing Grandads nuts, which were meant for the birds. I hope in that big garden up there, the squirrels aren’t as cheeky.
I will always remember how fast you and Grandmum move when you don’t want to be caught doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, you never liked sitting still. I will keep my memories in my heart and always remember how special you are to me. I keep your stories alive by telling my friends and hopefully, one day, I’ll tell my children the stories of their great Grandad.
I love you and will love you forever. I hope we meet again one day.
Jason and Katie
A Heartfelt Eulogy for Our Dearest Grandad.
Where else can one begin to express or quantify the sheer value of happiness, cheer and optimism you brought upon all our lives other than to share our collective sense of gratitude for all you have done for us, and for all that you are. A gracious and nurturing family man who cared admirably for all those fortunate enough to follow your shining example in approaching life with an authentic wit; a glowing, yet mysterious sense of positivity & confidence, and a sack‐barrow’s worth of mischief that appears to have trickled to your children and grandchildren alike. Even though our conversations were often short and sweet, your silent nods and subtle tips of your cherished ‘Skipper’ cap often filled us with great comfort. This, combined with your infectious smile that was strong enough to freeze time and bring the sunshine on a wet and grey summers day, spreading warmth to all that you would meet.
Grandad, you will always remain a very special person to me and will be dearly missed. I remember the wonderful few months I spent regularly with you and Grandmum in your beautiful garden, helping with tidying up, turfing and other purposeful tasks the ‘Skipper’ instructed, even getting to drive your ride‐on lawn mower. I was honoured to have part of your lovely lawn named as my “patch”. You have touched our lives and filled them with your caring and fun‐loving ways, which I will cherish forever.
Grandad Peter was also a true sports aficionado whose passions and behaviours undoubtedly mirror my own. A distinct pastime I will always remember is that each time we visited, Snooker would almost always feature in our conversations or on the telly. We often sat together in front of the big screen, completely absorbed by it, and spent hours marvelling at the players, whilst we would attempt to decipher and predict the following shots they would play, witnessing the brilliance of how the great Snooker players create century breaks. Another sporting memory that I remember vividly is watching the 2005 Rugby World Cup final – England vs Australia where towards the climax we said in synchrony “Boot it Jonny!” And he instinctively heard us, kicking the winning drop goal to clinch the World Cup final. The suspense and elation in that moment encapsulated everything we adored about sport. Grandad celebrations were always and a little more than “extravagant” to quote, quite possibly my Uncle’s favourite word in the English language. The wonderful experiences I had with you, Grandad, will continue to provide me with lasting joy, through re‐watching and reliving such sporting movements, gives me such a meaningful pleasure when I look up and point my finger to the sky. So, for all this and so much more, we say “Thank You Skipper!!”. You are and will always be a true champion to us both.
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Peter and Mary have been my 'second parents' since we moved to Fulbourn in 1975. Peter was a loving and lovely character, always smiling and welcoming. He will be missed by all of us Brothertons and I send my deepest condolences to all the Rolph family on this truly sad occasion. We all have loads of happy memories of Peter, long may they live with us and keep us smiling.
Dr Debs Brotherton
In loving memory of our dearest Peter; always cheerful and caring, bringing joy to us all. You will be dearly missed. The fond memories will forever remain in our hearts of the pleasant afternoons in your beautiful garden with which we share the same interest in gardening, eloquently engrossed in plants and shrubs of all shapes and sizes, not forgetting our annual growing of tomato plants. These memories will truly be cherished. You will always be in our thoughts. Rest in peace. Our most heartfelt condolences and love to all in the family, thinking of you always. Love from Lian, G.Choo & Family
Lian, G.Choo & Family
May you rest in peace. With love and fond memories x
Mrs Amanda Young
I want to say thank you Peter, for welcoming me into your lovely family with open arms, all those years ago. You were always so loving, kind and generous. I remember way back in 1977, my first meal as I was being introduced to your family. It was a Saturday evening, you had been to the football and had returned with your usual supply of fresh cream cakes. Mary had lovingly prepared her delicious 'Scottish' fish dish, which I consumed with relish. I was very nervous about the challenge that was now before me: how to eat a cream slice elegantly, without smothering my face with all that cream. I needed to make a good impression after all, I believe I must have succeeded. I will also never forget the first time I prepared Spaghetti Bolognese for you and Mary, the six of us were on a little holiday at Center Parcs. You took one look at the presented meal, then asked me what meat it contained. When I replied that it was beef, you then asked for some mustard. I was taken aback for a few seconds, then gently replied that parmesan cheese would probably compliment the dish much better than mustard. This little story has become quite a joke in our family. Whenever we have Spaghetti Bolognese from now on Peter, mustard will always be on the table in your memory. I used to love the witty banter that went on between you and I, you with the mischievous twinkle in your eye and me hoping I was able to match your wit. I think I did, most of the time. Peter thank you so much for always taking the time to take hold of my hand in quiet moments and with that lovely smile on your face paying me a beautiful compliment. Those little loving gestures have meant so much to me over the years, more than you would ever have known. You have left a massive hole in my heart, that will never be filled as long as I live. I feel so privileged that you have been a big part of my life for so many years. I will miss you so very, very much.
Mrs Sue Rolph
Uncle Peter, I have so many happy memories of you. You always had a warm smile and a cheery word. You will be sadly missed. God Bless, love Paul and Elaine.
Mrs Elaine Topham
My father died at 65, almost 32 years ago, so for the large part of my life with Lesley, Peter was the nearest thing I had to a father figure. Indeed, there were some similarities between the two of them, as well as some significant differences. Peter was a more fun-loving man than my own father and as others have remarked, had a mischievous streak. I was lucky enough to go to play snooker with him at the club he frequented in Cambridge. And we played together during the occasional trips to Centre Parks. I don’t think I ever beat him! He could move around the table with surprising speed if he was on a break, even after he started to become unsteady on his feet. I think the first time I visited Colts Meadow, we went punting on the Cam with Lesley and Mary. I had a go and was completely useless. Peter showed some panache in steering us thru the other punts full of bright young things. We had Peter & Mary join us on some of our family holidays. To many people, the idea that your in-laws would be coming away with you would be something to endure, but Peter & Mary were a delight. We invited them to a long weekend to celebrate my 50th, which was on a Canal Boat. Little did we realise how vital their help would be, not only in navigating the locks (all manual), but also looking after two small children. Peter & Mary house sat for us when we went away a number of times. Peter enjoyed pottering around in the Garden, and both House & Garden were in a tidier state when we returned. Men like Peter don’t come around very often. I will miss him.
Mr Nicholas Porter
We were deeply saddened to hear of your loss, Peter was a true gentleman. We will be thinking of you all. David, Rosemary and family. x
Mr David Still
In loving memory of Peter Rolph a wonderful brother-in-law. He will be sadly missed. June & Philip xx
June & Philip Porritt
Fond memories, never to be forgotten. Rest in Peace Peter. With much love Emma, Ady, Ollie and Sammy xxx
Mrs Emma Lewin
In memory of a wonderful, humorous and special cousin. You will be sadly missed. Cousin Michael. Rest in Pease.
Mr michael rolph
In loving memory of a lovely man ,who it is a pleasure to remember R.I.P. Peter.love joy & Ren xx
Mr Reynold Pesci
Uncle Peter, a loving, caring, wonderful man! We will miss him! All our fondest love Catherine, Terry, April and Reece XXXX
Mrs Catherine Oliver
In memory of such a lovley man. Our thoughts will be with you today
Mr David Martin
Rest in peace Peter. A truly wonderful man. With love Kirstie,Rolando Georgia & Francesca. Xxx
Mr & Mrs Rolando Pesci