He was also very accident prone - one time he almost got buried alive and another, someone turn the engine on at the wrong moment and set George on fire. He ran towards the Tay but was knocked down by a hearse. The undertaker leapt out and rolled him over, putting out the fire.

Amongst George’s other interests were beekeeping and the breeding of rare birds and at one time we had over 200 rare and endangered birds in our garden. Being a mechanical engineer, George loved cars and took up racing when he was young and used to race saloon cars all over the UK.

He loved all animals, but he loved dogs most of all, and kept a supply of biscuits in his pocket to feed all the local dogs. He always had a black lab that was his shadow - the dog would go where ever he went, up hills, to work. We lived a very outdoor life, we loved the countryside around us, the hills and the scenery.

In his later years, George’s eyesight began to go and he became a member of the Macular Society. I went along to pick him up and he’d be surrounded by ladies, walking to chat to him, simply because he was so lovely and kind. A real traditional gentleman, and we were married for 64 years.

When he died we couldn’t have the funeral he wanted. It was deep in lockdown but I got more than 100 cards telling me how sorry people were. He was very loved and admired.