How do you sum up your Dad? As you've already heard, Dad was a classics scholar, a naval officer, a successful businessman, an entrepreneur, an adventurer and an explorer, a journalist and an author and to each of us, individually, he was a friend, a grandad, a dad and a loving husband. That's a lot of different roles to hold, being all that to all of us, and yet Dad did it with such accomplished style. In preparation for today, I’ve been talking to friends and family, most notably Sarah, Ali and Mum, to go through our memories of Dad, and I’d like to share some of them with you now. For me, one of the earliest memories I have was the regular occurrence of being “Marmalised”, which basically meant being tickled and tickled until you had to escape because you could no longer breathe, and the excitement of inching back closer and closer to him, until he would spring at you, and Marmalise you some more. I was talking to Sarah who was saying what a good-looking bloke Dad was, which made me remember how he was always asked to carry out the Scottish New Year tradition of First Footing. This is when a tall, dark and handsome man is asked to be the first person of the New Year to cross a home's threshold. And Sarah was saying how she was once being asked at school by her friends, who was the "hottie" who picked her up, and yes, you guessed it, it was Dad! She also remembered how Dad use to be quite insistent on making sure we behaved well, had good table manners, did the right thing, worked hard, but yet at the same time would happily take time out to explain anything, including what swear words meant, which, Sarah said, definitely helped her with her "cool" status. Sarah had a "cool" status, who knew? We also discussed the numerous camping holidays we had with family friends at Loch Lomond when, invariably, it would be raining. The adults would all share a caravan and we would be in tents outside just listening to the rain, and hearing Dad’s raucous laughter ringing out! But I think the best bits of those holidays, or at least the bits with the most enduring memories, would be the singing of certain songs in the car on the way there. Songs that became synonymous with all our family holidays, and I suspect have passed down throughout all our families. So, by way of nodding - and don't worry I'm not going to ask you to sing! - who here knew, or still knows the words to; The Court of King Caractacus? On Ilkely Moor Bar Tat? Jake the Peg? There was an old woman who swallowed a fly? and Widecombe Fayre, with Uncle Tom Cobley and the infamous HARRY HAWK? Yeah, well that's all Grandad's fault! An old friend of Sarah's reminded her how Dad would sometimes lean into a room, peering round a half-closed door, and would then be pulled back by a mysterious hand reaching from behind the door, which, of course, was his own hand grabbing his hair and jerking his head back with a shocked look on his face. I'm pretty sure everyone here has seen this at one time or another. I think we all know that Dad had an adventurous spirit, but things didn't always go to plan, and over the years he has been through some pretty hair-raising experiences. I can recall being on board our Yacht “Voluta” on one occasion when we were sailing out of St Peter's Port in Guernsey, in pretty heavy seas. I was told we had to return to harbour and Dad said "Here you go, Simon, you take the helm, we have a couple of things to sort out" and disappeared down below. After some time, I looked over my shoulder to see a large RNLI lifeboat, cresting the top of the wave behind us. Just then Dad arrived back on deck. So, thinking I was telling him something new, I said "Dad, there's a lifeboat behind us" but Dad just grinned and said "Yeah, I'd meant to tell you about that ... um.... we're sinking ... anyway they're here now, so carry on", and with that he disappeared down below again to help put a plank back into the hull. In truth that was just a minor incident compared with some of the scares he put us all through; Ali mentioned a significant incident which happened some time ago when she, Joe and their family were living in Oman. Mum was visiting them at the time, while Dad and a friend called Brian, were sailing “Stage Sea” from America back across the Atlantic to the UK. In the middle of the night Mum received a call from Falmouth Coast Guard, reporting Dad had triggered their EPIRB, a device used to alert everyone you're in serious trouble. Many hours of nail-biting worry ensued as we had no idea what difficulty Dad was in; for all we knew he had abandoned ship and was now drifting mid-Atlantic in a liferaft. Eventually we heard that it was indeed a genuine call for help, not for Dad, but for his crew mate Brian, who had fallen very ill and needed urgent help. So Dad decided to trigger the EPIRB. I remember him saying that at the time, he was well-aware of all the worry and concern he would unleash by activating it but knew he had no other option. That particular incident ended with quite a dramatic rescue by an American Warship who came to their assistance, and while doing so crashed their Rib into the side of “Stage Sea” leaving her hull damaged. It then dragged the very ill Brian through the sea as he dangled below their helicopter while they took him to their ship for medical attention. Having finally got Brian on board, Dad then had to sail on, single-handed for the next 6 days or so, to get to port. Away from sailing, and passing over the numerous sailing holidays we all endured as kids - throwing up over the side of a boat, while Dad would be grinning with a Whiskey and Ginger-ale in hand, saying "Don't worry, it'll be over soon" - Dad also enthusiastically pursued other hobbies, most notably his love of insects and especially butterflies and moths. We can all remember the frames upon frames of moth and butterfly displays hanging on the walls at home. He even once made Mum a necklace out of dead green beetles! Dad also taught us all how to tie knots properly, and as Ali quite correctly said, the result of which is none of us will ever let anyone else tie anything onto the roof of a car or a trailer! And his enthusiasm for Astronomy gave me, for one, an enduring love of the stars and planets. To put some external perspective on how Dad was perceived, I would like to share with you a tribute we received from Dad's editor at Yachting World, who said: "He was one of our most interesting contributors, who always had practical advice and points of interest as well as describing the great places he and Jenny visited so well. He was very technically savvy, and I recall a very popular column from those days of CompuServe and dial-up handshakes, in which he explained how to send email from a phone box ashore! I also recall a column in which he described how he arranged water skiing from Stage Sea using a halyard. He was one those ingenious yachtsmen who had it all sorted." Despite all his adventures, Dad was just a normal Dad, and was always quick to have a laugh. One year while he was at Wills' Bristol office, he wanted to help one of the Glasgow factories that routinely ran a very large Christmas party for employees’ children. He decided he would send up a genuine Dalek costume which they had bought from the BBC some years before for something else. So, he went down to the warehouse to check what condition it was in. Thinking he was alone, he got into it and set off down the darkened warehouse, doing twirls, and flashing its ray gun. Suddenly he saw the Security foreman creeping towards him on tiptoes, poised for instant flight. Dad swivelled its head, pointed the ray gun at him, and said “Hello Jimmy”. Apparently, the poor man almost had a heart attack! One of the overriding thoughts we all felt, when thinking back over the things Dad's done, was just how many adventures and experiences he has had. But, of course, he wasn't alone for many of these, and I think in closing my final thoughts are how Dad would not have been Dad, without the close and loving relationship with his co-adventurer, joint-skipper, best friend and wife for 57 years, our Mum, Jenny. Throughout most of my life, Mum and Dad have been just that, Mum and Dad, as if a single entity. It's truly remarkable to see just how much they packed into their lives together, and easy to forget they have done some extraordinary things, so much so that for all of us, their extraordinary became the ordinary. I know we all take a lot of pride in having such adventurous parents and grandparents, but for me nothing has shown the deep love and affection they had for each other, more so than over the past year or two, while first Mum and then Dad were unwell. It was during this time, whilst they took it in turn to care for each other, that I saw, as I’m sure Sarah and Ali did, moments of such love and tenderness between them, sometimes during just the simplest of things like making a cup of tea for one another. And through all of Dad's life, career and travels, perhaps his biggest adventure, of which he would be most proud, was being able to look back on 57 years of excitement, exploration, friendship, family and love with Mum, and be content that the oceans of love he had for her, came back to him in equal measure. So for me, I think perhaps the most touching and poignant memories I’ll have of Dad, is that he was first, foremost and always, a loving father and a devoted husband. Spoken at Tony's funeral by his son, Simon.