We have set up this fund in memory of Len who died of Pulmonary Fibrosis on October 27th 2009 aged 55. Once the fund has reached £2000 a tree will be dedicated in a woodland trust site by the British Lung Foundation in memory of Len. For you Dad I want to do you justice I want to do you proud To sum you up To make it clear To say who you were out loud Cake and biscuits, cheese and wine We never went without Lotto tickets every week We’ll win the lot no doubt! If we didn’t never mind you’d say go and see what’s in my green bag Im sure you’ll find a ton in there, Loose change your signature tag Shrapnel, Mush, The upshot is Some words my Dad would say Pin Mill brow, Broomstairs Mill all factories to pay his way Adamsons’, Ashton Guide bridge, Imex and Davenfield road That neighbour ‘break ya neck’, just waiting for him to explode Chisels, planes, rosewood, teak, and de nibbing through the night Enough stuff to sink a battle ship Your expressions would delight You always enjoyed the company of your many woodwork friends Discussing the weeks nonsense Chewing the fat with Wayne We could always turn to Dad for any problem or advice He always had an answer A solution Or another way. like hiring Fudge and Splinter to chase the mice away. Nov 5th Bonfire night, walks with mum on the canal Bacon butty’s and Rich fruit cake, Curry and a chat with your pal Running in a marathon, Driving through country lanes Planes, barges, engines But definitely not sitting on Virgin trains Your distaste for beetroot, bad manners and Frogs, ‘Christ! Not while I’m having my tea! Your language would go to the dogs The sodding veneer hasn’t stuck again And not following the golden rule Measure twice Cut once you silly bloody fool! Is the pope a Catholic? Get your ducks in a row, All these things that made you And in turn helped us to grow You’re my general knowledge, my map and A to Z My GCSE in history I rely on what you said Katie Kate, a big, bear hug, A ruffle on the head, Its how I knew what you felt No need to write in pencil lead. Your generosity never waned even when times were tough I always knew I could count on you For your honesty, loyalty and love We’ll always know how proud you were of me and my brother James your loyalty and love of mum will live on amongst the bonfire flames but most of all I hope you know how proud we are to have had Len Newton as our dad.