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Peter LeRoy OM (62) and Former Headmaster of Monkton Combe Junior School 
By Tim LeRoy (OM 87)

Peter LeRoy who died of cancer on the 29th of October 2026 aged 82 was a widely respected Christian leader and teacher, and a beloved husband, brother, father and grandfather.  

The first half of Dad’s career was as a history teacher and housemaster at Radley College near Oxford, and then as Headmaster of Monkton Combe Junior School (now Monkton Prep).  But after a life-threatening brush with cancer, he took early retirement at the age of fifty and embarked on a rich and varied second act of Christian service in both ministry and governance.

Dad and his brother Mike were born and raised in Surrey where their grandfather had a popular boathouse and tearooms – instilling a lifelong love of rivers and canals in both of them – before their father’s job necessitated a move to Bristol.  There Dad was an active participant in his father’s Crusader classes and camps, and at 16 he was baptised by full immersion at the Bethesda Brethren Assembly chapel, the family’s place of worship in Clifton.

The brothers both attended Monkton and it was there that Dad found clear direction for his faith. He was profoundly influenced by the ministry of John Stott, and the revival of the evangelical movement, that he advocated for and championed all his life.  In 1963 Dad won a place at Queens' College, Cambridge to read history and then a PGCE.  It was membership of and then being Vice-President of the CICCU (Cambridge Inter-Collegiate Christian Union) that Dad said rooted his faith more deeply in the Scriptures and in a sense of calling to share the good news of Jesus with young people.

After a term’s teaching practice at King’s Canterbury, he knew his career would be in education, and in 1967 Dad went to teach History at Radley College (latterly followed by his friend from Cambridge Michael Cuthbertson who also followed Dad into headship at Monkton), and to coach rugby and rowing. All of which he embraced with enthusiasm and expertise.   At Radley he also helped to start and lead the Christian Forum and was quietly proud that one of the many young men who dedicated their life to Christ in those Bible studies, went on to become a leading evangelical Bishop.

Dad credits the mentorship of Radley’s Head, Warden Dennis Silk, as an exemplar of wise and compassionate school leadership, and was delighted to be appointed by him as housemaster of ‘C Social.’   Mum and Dad were natural and kind houseparents, and many of their former charges (and their parents) have said how reassuring and formative it was to have them both ‘in loco parentis’.

Dad’s faith was the warp and weft of the fabric both of his professional and personal life, so it wasn’t a surprise that in 1984 he was appointed to be headmaster of Monkton Combe Junior School (now Monkton Prep); a school whose ethos was cut from the same kind of cloth.

Changes were needed in order to make this mainly boys and primarily boarding school a warmer, less regimented and more relaxed and attractive community, and a home from home for the boarders.

The author of the relevant chapter in the history of Monkton wrote: ‘Peter came with the determination to discover and provide an outlet for the potential and talents of every child in the school. The school needed to move with the times and to appeal to a new generation of parents by softening the tone. The later introduction of full coeducation in 1993 made the atmosphere even more appealing. It had needed to be more attractive in academic standards, facilities, friendliness, feeling and atmosphere. Peter and Angela succeeded in making it so.’

It is impossible to tell Dad’s story without shining the light on Mum. It was true love at first sight for him, and they were inseparable for sixty years sharing everything from email accounts to ministry. As Dad told it, the fact that the Monkton governors appointed him was very much because of Mum and he wasn’t really joking. They loved working together, in partnership, and that their combined skills and talents were greater than the sum of their parts was obvious to staff, pupils and parents. When Dad was diagnosed with advanced cancer the first time, the governors had no hesitation in appointing Mum as Acting Head, and although I know she was very happy to hand back the reins to Dad, the school was very safe in her hands.

Dad credits the surgeons and oncologists for his life-saving surgery and treatment, but he never doubted God’s guiding hand, and he took the (pretty miraculous) reprieve as a signal to focus the rest of his life in Christian service.  He retired from MCJS in 1994 on medical grounds, and became a lay-reader, helping to lead services and worship at their church St Luke’s Bath.  He immersed himself in voluntary work for Christian trusts and education charities, not least a term as Vice-Chairman of Scripture Union.

Dad served as an elected lay member of the Church of England Synod for twenty-five years, both for the Oxford diocese while he was at Radley, and later representing Bath & Wells during which time he was appointed to the Boards of Education of the Archbishops’ Council and the diocese. He helped to shape Church policy and direction in often challenging times for the Anglican communion, and colleagues at all levels have said how much they valued his counsel and representation.

Mum and Dad both helped to nurture the fledgling Open the Book project for Bible storytelling in primary schools by local teams of Christians, and Dad was asked to form, chair and to coordinate a group of trustees with the vision to develop and extend this outreach nationwide. Within seven years, over 2,500 schools, about 12,000 volunteers and over 400,000
pupils were regularly involved. In 2013 it was handed over to Bible Society for their professional care, but I know that this was one of Mum and Dad’s happiest roles.

Monkton was never far from Dad’s life, and he showed his gratitude to the school’s leadership for their sensitive support by taking on the editorship of Old Monktonian News. Under his stewardship the dry functional pamphlet became a highly readable celebration of alumni lives in a colour magazine.  In 2014 he was commissioned by the school to research and write an updated history entitled ‘A Delightful Inheritance – 150 Years of Monkton Combe School’, that was published in 2017 in time for the 150th anniversary celebrations.

In 2014 Dad became a Welcomer, and then a Chaplain to the large number of visitors to Bath
Abbey. This opportunity proved both fascinating and fulfilling, and the role of Rector Guy Bridgewater developing the Abbey’s vision of ‘Living and telling the good news of Jesus to its visitors and in the city’ was key. Mum and dad’s move to the worshipping community of the Abbey in 2020 was spiritually refreshing and resulted in many new friendships.  Dad’s last acts of service to the Abbey were as Chair of the Friends of Bath Abbey, and as co-editor of a revised and re-illustrated edition of ‘The Architecture of Bath Abbey’. Necessitating a personal study of that uniquely English phenomenon, fan vaulting, that of course involved exploring churches all over the country.

Dad was a lifelong student of history, church architecture and the British landscape, and so of course was a prolific reader and book collector. There are many droll quotes about wealth being measured in the richness of your library, and the overloaded bookshelves that dominate Mum and Dad’s home are evidence of the insatiable curiosity of an explorer and the mind of a scholar.  

He was also an accomplished musician, variously playing brass, percussion, piano and the organ in his youth and later as a stand-in when required in churches, chapels and camps. Handel, Bach and Elgar and their oratorios and cantatas were the soundtrack of our family homes and holidays, and records, tapes and CDs were almost as numerous as the books.

Dad was a true rugby fan; the only sport he followed at both club and country, but Mum admitted that in his older age she stopped buying tickets to the Rec for fear that Bath’s erratic defending and scrummaging would give him a heart-attack.  When his eldest grandson developed an unshakable passion for American football, he playfully conceded that “at least it’s the right-shaped ball.”

Dad was an expert encourager; a mentor, guide and cheerleader who relished the successes of his family, his friends, and especially his former students and mentees.  Most of the messages and cards of condolence our family have received since his death mention his humour, but nearly all note his support and encouragement. Quiet words, well-timed interventions, sage advice, and thoughtful messages have all left a kind and wise imprint on hundreds of people, from pupils, rowing crews and rugby teams to teachers, clergy and even bishops.  

Friends, colleagues and acquaintances have told us how they have all been touched by his compassion and support when it mattered most.  These are the qualities expected of a leader in education and in ministry, but Dad’s deft touch and self-deprecating humour struck a deep and resonant chord with so many people it has to be noted as something extraordinary.

Above all, and in everything, Dad was a faithful and committed servant of his Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.  

Peter John LeRoy: husband to Angela, brother to Mike, father to Tim, Jonny and Fiona, granddad to Kaya, Eva, Emerson, Robbie, Josh and Beckett. Friend, counsel, supporter and teacher to many.

17th June 1944 – 29th October 2026 
“Asleep with Christ” 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14

Arthur joined Monkton in 1957 with his twin brother Peter joining their older brother David. The brothers were the third generation of Adeney’s to attend the school.  Arthur was a good sportsman and represented Monkton in both the 1st XV and the 1st VIII.

After School he trained to as a doctor in London and then after meeting and marrying Jan they moved to Africa.

 

The following obituary was posted by Brook Medical Centre https://brookmedical.com.au/vale-dr-adeney/

Countless lives were touched by Dr Adeney, the man we were privileged to know.
His career may have begun as the new African doctor in town, but he became so much more — a much-loved doctor, colleague, friend, husband, father and grandfather.

He gave so generously of himself to his patients and to his community.
He brought skill, kindness, humour and compassion to his work, and generations of families will remember the care he gave them.

There were the serious moments, of course, but there was always room for laughter —
the strong black coffee, the misplaced pens, the memorable handwriting, the pantomimes, and all those little quirks that made him uniquely himself.

For those who worked alongside him, he was more than a doctor. For those he cared for, he was more than a physician. He was someone who listened, who cared, and who made a difference.
His legacy lives on in the people he healed, the babies he delivered,
the colleagues he supported, the friends he made, and most of all, in the family who loved him dearly.
He will be deeply missed, fondly remembered, and forever part of the story of Muswellbrook.

A life devoted to caring for others.
A legacy of compassion that will continue.
And a final gift that helps save lives.
 

Benjamin “Benjie” Leach (1960–2026)

Michael Benjamin Leach, known to all as Benjie, was a remarkable man who dedicated his life to translation and wider understanding of the Bible, academic learning, and practical service.

Benjie was born in Eastern Nigeria in 1960, the son of James and Helen Leach. His father was then a Colonial District Officer (1946–1960), subsequently serving as a public official for the newly formed Overseas Development Administration in the Eastern part of newly independent Nigeria (Biafra) until the family moved to Botswana in 1966.

Having been home schooled and then educated at St Andrew’s School, Turi, in Kenya, Benjie arrived at Monkton Combe School in 1973, following his brother Adam, who had joined a year earlier. He quickly excelled in many areas of school life. An outstanding athlete, he rowed for the 1st VIII, eventually serving as Captain of Boats, and represented the school in the 1st XV rugby team. Academically, he was diligent; a former master recalls him as one of the brightest pupils of his era. His potential as a leader were recognised with his appointment as prefect and, in his final year, Head Boy.

In 1979, following his brother Adam (1978), Benjie went up to Queens’ College, Cambridge, to study Geography and later Land Economy. He continued with his sport, rowing in the First VIII three years running and playing rugby for the College First XV. He was elected a Kangaroo but famously drank a yard of ice-cold water to fulfill the ‘joining rituals’, refusing to do anything that might be considered untoward as a Christian.

His degree was followed by further studies in soil sciences at the Silsoe Research Institute. His skill as an agriculturalist soon took him across the globe, contributing to forestry and rural development projects in New Zealand and Bangladesh, as well as serving in Uganda with TEAR Fund.

In 1987, Benjie married Rhoda Callow, whom he met at Queens’ College. Together, they joined Wycliffe Bible Translators and, after gaining fluency in Portuguese, established themselves in Mueda, Mozambique, a remote northern region. There, Benjie built a home for his family, demonstrating remarkable practical resourcefulness by capturing solar and wind energy, installing water storage systems, maintaining a 4×4 vehicle, and delving deeply into the local culture.

Monkton staff members, Chris and Pat Rogers, who visited the family in 1997, observed a life defined by humble dedication. Living 400 km from the nearest English-speaking family, Rhoda homeschooled their then three children while Benjie hauled water daily from a bowser at the foot of an escarpment. Meals were prepared over firewood or an oil stove.

When the time came to choose a senior school for their four children, Benjie and Rhoda turned back to Monkton, entrusting another generation to the community that had shaped his early life.

Together, Benjie and Rhoda worked to translate the Scriptures into Makonde and other indigenous languages across Mozambique, Malawi, and Angola. Driven by a deep commitment to Scripture, Benjie read and taught the Psalms in the original Hebrew. His passion for linguistics matured into high-level scholarship, earning him a PhD in Linguistics on Makonde tone systems from Leiden University in 2010. Besides his translation and development work, he enjoyed sailing, astronomy and constructing his own telescope, and building the family base in Mozambique. He loved his family home in Norfolk but was happiest in Africa. Benjie and Rhoda also maintained a home in London close to their mission supporters at Emmanuel church, Wimbledon and Dundonald, Raynes Park.

He was a delightfully humorous and gentle person, tremendously kind and loving to many people. He was a passionate advocate for the Gospel; he cared deeply about others, their salvation and trust in God’s salvation and great goodness, their knowledge of God’s love as shown in Scripture (especially the Psalms). He had tremendous energy and an appetite for life. He made use of all his skills, knowledge and attributes in the service of others. He was beloved by many, gave everything, and he loved and served God.

In his final years, Benjie endured declining health through an heroic struggle with quiet fortitude and faith. He passed away in hospital in South Africa, surrounded by Rhoda and his four children, in January 2026. He leaves behind a legacy of selfless service, scholarship, and quiet devotion.

The family of Paul Ogutu, who sadly passed away a number of years ago have asked us to post this tribute to him.

There are people who leave a lasting mark on your heart, and Paul Ogutu popularly known as Popo was one of them. He was the heart of our home, creative, loving and forever smiling. Paul would hand you over a sketch of yourself after a brief lively conversation – that was how he demonstrated his artistic talent or creativity. We are grateful for the time we shared, the laughter, and the memories we will hold onto forever.

Prior to joining Monkton Combe School, Paul attended St. Mary’s School, Nairobi and St. Andrew School, Turi for his primary school both in Kenya. From Monkton Combe School, Paul attended Colombia International, Ontario Canada for his secondary school before returning to the UK for his high school. Paul left us suddenly on the 19th November, 2004 following a tragic accid

Though his time with us was far too short, it was filled with meaning. We carry his memory forward in the Popolipo Foundation (PF) we recently launched to support talented less-fortunate children in informal settlements (slums) in Kenya. The Foundation is for the boy who became our pride and light. It is not about absence but rather about presence. His light remains in our memories, our dreams and hearts. Popo may be gone, but his spark lives on in every heart he touched. It is our sincere hope that the Foundation will give the less-fortunate children an opportunity to realize their artistic skills.

Paul lived with purpose and a deep dedication to the people he loved. This was evident in his interaction with children in the neighbourhood including those in the slum area. In particular, Paul would ensure that a Christmas treat to the children. His strength and kindness will continue to inspire us, every single day. He will always hold a place in our hearts – remembered for his kindness, his love, and the steady, unwavering support he gave so freely.

Early life was turbulent for Tim. The war years led to many house moves, and family life was challenging from time to time.

So, it was with excitement that he started school – it gave him structure, sport, friends a plenty and a sense of belonging.

Prep school at Chafyn Grove in Salisbury kindled his love for education and whilst excelling in the classroom he adored the sports field and made both XIs and the XV.

Public school time at Monkton Combe School was undoubtedly vintage. He knuckled down to classroom work and continued to excel at hockey and rugby although his cricket report states that “Tim played good hockey round the stumps but was worth his place in the XI for his fielding alone!” He sung enthusiastically in the choir. A wonderful black and white photo was taken in 1954 of four lads leaning out of their study window, and another followed 50 years later – the same boys, now men, appearing in the same order, from the window in Grange House. Tim kept up with these three study-mates by regular Zoom calls, until his death. 

Tim left Monkton and gained a place to read English at St Peter’s Hall in Oxford, but sadly, due to a family dispute, left before graduating. Temporarily in the doldrums he applied for and got a job for what would nowadays be termed as a ‘gappy’, to teach English at Papplewick School near Ascot. Although only there a year, Tim made his mark with the school and for the rest of his life, kept up with many of the boys he taught.
The next teaching position turned out to be a lengthy one. He started, suddenly, at Sandroyd School in the autumn of 1956, as the head of the French department had become ill. When the master returned the following term, Headmaster, Mr Buckland, was reluctant to let Tim go, so asked him if he would start and develop rugby as a sport (until then football had been the main winter game). Tim did this with aplomb, soon teaching French, English and Scripture, and finally retired as deputy head in 2001 having stepped in twice as headmaster, to steer the school through turbulent times.

Tim was a respected and much-loved pastoral teacher. He is fondly remembered by a great many boys that flowed through Sandroyd over the 45 years he was there. It is important to note that throughout this time he was staunchly supported by his wife, Christine, who arrived at the school in 1957 to teach riding. There was a short courtship and after their wedding in 1958, they lived at North Lodge where their children, Daniel and Annabelle, enjoyed a very special childhood. The fiercely cold winter of 1962 led to the small, un-heated house being rendered frozen and uninhabitable. Christine had to go to live with her father, taking infant Daniel with her and Tim re-located to the King John Pub in Tollard Royal, for several weeks, walking through the deep snow drifts to school each day.

When retirement finally came, Tim kept his connection with the school by invigilating Common Entrance – some will remember the order, halfway through an exam, to “put down your pens, stand up and do star jumps”; this was to get blood flowing to extremities and doubtless, the brain!

A book by James Christopher, Wine to Water, has recently been written about the history of the English prep-school, Tim’s professionalism is strongly referred to, and the author wrote to Tim’s family and stated “Tim is certain to be remembered with huge affection - it would have been easy to write so much more about this wonderful schoolmaster, if only the published had allowed it”

Tim and Christine spent their final 25 years at Chalk Cottage on the edge of Sixpenny Handley, enjoying the church, gardening, parish life and their grandchildren. Tim is survived by Christine (now 95) and their two children and five grandchildren.

This was a life of great kindness.

A private family burial will take place in early September followed by a Memorial Service on 28th September at 3.30pm at St Mary’s Church in Sixpenny Handley SP5 5ND

It is with deep sadness that I announce the passing of my father Reverend Peter Macdonald Goodall, OM 1949 on August 5th 2026. He was an absolute inspiration in the way he lived his life as Pastor to thousands, providing comfort and laughter in abundance.

He was an adventurer and traveller, having two spells as a missionary with the Baptist Missionary Society in Cinnamon Gardens, Colombo, Sri Lanka. He had an interest in everyone and everything but as he slowed down in his mid 90s he focussed on being my mother’s carer.

Our family's grief is deep for this man of small stature but huge presence. We are happy though, that he is now in Heaven. 

In his last days he requested that everyone smiled and we hope that those at Monkton who knew him (and those who didn’t) will smile too.

A. Marcus Goodall (OM 1976)

Peter was born in Bournemouth in 1931. After a grammar school education, he studied at Bristol Baptist College where he attained the University of London Diploma of Theology. He and Margaret were married in June 1958. Peter served in pastorates at Stocksfield Baptist Church, Marston Green Free Church and Rickmansworth Baptist Church. They were accepted for overseas with BMS in November 1978 and sailed to Sri Lanka in May 1979. They were based in Colombo and after language training where they studied Sinhala, Peter was the minister at Cinnamon Gardens Baptist Church until 1987 when they returned to the UK for end of service. After a few years in ministry at Ampthill Baptist Church they were re-appointed to work with BMS in Sri Lanka and returned to Colombo in May 1995. They spent four more years in Colombo where Peter continued as minister at Cinnamon Gardens Baptist Church before returning to the UK in December 1998.

Following a few months of home assignment they retired in March 1999

Once back in the UK Peter and Margaret settled in Bideford where they became involved with Bideford Baptist Church and then St Mary’s Church. Peter was often invited to preach at local churches. He also enjoyed playing bass trombone in Bideford Town Band and took part in West of England Brass Bands Contests.
 

Peter and Margaret celebrated their Diamond Wedding on 28 June 2018. They have been able to keep in touch with many friends, both in Cinnamon Gardens Baptist Church, Colombo and Ampthill Baptist Church in Bedfordshire.

(Baptist Missionary Society)

A Celebration of Life will take place on Thursday 27th August at 2pm in St Mary's Church, Bridge Street, Bideford, EX39 2BP.  Light refreshments in the church after the service.  Instead of flowers, please consider a donation to Project Mustard Seed for st Mary's Church https:stmaryschurchbidefored.org/donate

Richard Meredith passed away on the 3rd August 2026

Richard Meredith was appointed Headmaster of Monkton in December 1977 after a careful selection process. The Governors unanimously chose an academically distinguished and experienced schoolmaster. Aged 42, he and his wife Hazel had two young children. For the previous eight years he had been Headmaster of Giggleswick School, Yorkshire, having earlier served as Housemaster and Modern Languages teacher at The King’s School, Canterbury. He had studied Modern Languages at Jesus College, Cambridge, and had himself been educated at Stowe.

A lifelong Anglican and the son of a distinguished clergyman, Richard combined intellectual ability with deep Christian conviction. A licensed Lay Reader from his early twenties, he was an accomplished preacher whose evangelical faith was firmly rooted in Scripture while remaining open to intellectual enquiry. He and Hazel, a French teacher, shared a love of music, hill walking, and France.

Tall, energetic and enthusiastic, Richard quickly impressed staff with his warmth, humour and humility. Although intellectually gifted, he was modest, diplomatic and an attentive listener. In paying tribute when Richard retired, the Chairman of Governors, Rear Admiral McClune, praised his ‘sharpness of mind’ and his ‘unfailing courtesy, commitment and graciousness.’

Staff also discovered his legendary handwriting and unconventional typing, which prompted one of Monkton’s favourite anecdotes. After a request for written suggestions had been circulated, Philip Denny quipped: ‘If my typing was as bad as the HM’s I would write, but if I had writing as bad as the HM’s I would type!’ Richard, characteristically, laughed along with everyone else.

Like his predecessor, Richard believed wholeheartedly in the School motto, Thy Word is Truth, yet his evangelical convictions were neither narrow nor partisan. He encouraged thoughtful engagement between faith and reason.

His headship was almost cut tragically short in 1982. Travelling to a Headmasters’ Conference, the Head of King Edward’s School, Bath, who was driving, apparently died at the wheel, causing the car to crash into a wall. Richard suffered severe internal injuries and survived largely because he had been wearing a seat belt. Prompt treatment at Taunton Hospital, where the Accident and Emergency doctor happened to be the parent of a Monkton pupil, almost certainly saved his life. After surgery and a week’s hospitalisation he was advised to rest for six weeks, although he was determined to return before the end-of-term concert. During his recovery Julian Bewick served as Acting Head.

Colleagues later recognised Richard’s leadership during a demanding period. One recalled that he ‘did an incredible job holding the School together’ while maintaining pupil numbers despite the challenges of sustaining Monkton’s distinctive Christian ethos, and while pioneering the development of co-education. Another observed that under Richard, building development accelerated, the curriculum and house system were modernised, business practices became more professional, and Monkton began to look and feel a more contemporary school.

At a staff farewell dinner in 1990, Deputy Head Julian Bewick thanked Richard and Hazel for making everyone feel valued, for Richard’s determination to improve the School’s facilities, his success in keeping the School full during difficult years, and his example of hard work and quiet leadership. He also paid tribute to Hazel’s tireless hospitality and support in promoting the School.

Richard’s most enduring legacy was the ambitious programme of building development that transformed Monkton. Writing in The Monktonian in 1990, Bill Hanna reflected that Richard would be remembered not for flamboyance or forcefulness but for courage, generosity and faithful leadership. Like his distinguished predecessors, he had upheld the School’s traditions while preparing it for the future. Hanna concluded that history would remember him simply as ‘Richard the Builder.’

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We are very sorry to announce that both Michael and Dawn Cuthbertson passed away recently.  A joint service of thanksgiving will take place at St Marys, Longfleet, Poole, BH15 2JD on Friday July 10th at 2.30pm

Michael Cuthbertson

Michael Cuthbertson was a remarkable man of impressive character, with a scholarly mind, firm self-discipline, certainty of purpose, and an enormous appetite for hard work. Along with those qualities, his interest in and genuine care for individuals and their personal wellbeing, was firmly rooted in a deep and faithful commitment to Jesus Christ, as his Saviour and Lord. 

His ability to relate to young people, and as a first-rate teacher and public speaker, marked him out for future school leadership. All this was leavened with a delightful wit and, at times, a mischievous sense of humour. His entertaining ability as a raconteur, sadly less evident to his pupils, was widely appreciated by those who were closer to him. What shaped this outstanding servant of Monkton, who in the School's most difficult days of financial recession was reckoned to have saved and then transformed it?

Michael was born in 1948 and brought up in a Christian home. His father, having landed early in the initial assault on the Normandy beaches in 1944 with a personal brief to reach and with his unit resupply the 6th Airborne Division around strategic Pegasus Bridge, was awarded the Military Cross for his determined courage. These were qualities later evident in his eldest son, who completed and published his father's wartime story (‘We Go Forward’) not long before his death.

At Merchant Taylors’ School, Northwood, Michael's academic ability quickly emerged; so too his determination and aptitude as a long-distance and cross-country runner. He was never lacking in stamina, nor in the leadership qualities that led to his appointment as a Monitor (Senior Prefect). To cap this, he won an Open Scholarship in History to Queens' College, Cambridge, arriving at the college in 1967, the term after this fellow historian and obituarist had left. While at Cambridge he became President of one of the largest university societies, the Cambridge Inter-Collegiate Christian Union. 

Michael recounted that a fellow Queens’ historian of extreme views, who was closely involved in the notorious 1970 Garden House Hotel Riot, advised him to avoid any contact with the planned student protest that led to the violent disruption of a controversial meeting being held there. When reflecting on this notorious event, Michael indicated that his concerns about the civil disturbances of this time were reinforced by what took place that evening.  

Michael spent his PGCE student teaching term in 1971 at Radley College, where the highly respected Warden, Dennis Silk (unfairly described as ‘a little to the right of Genghis Khan’) was establishing a reputation for firm discipline and high standards. Thereafter, Michael viewed Dennis as his great exemplar, both as an all-round schoolmaster and as a wise leader. At a more modest level he relieved the present writer of some of his history lessons, agreed to be godfather to his younger son, and helped with the newly established Christian Forum. Michael regarded this Radley experience as the juncture when he became convinced of the Christian witness opportunities offered by teaching and living in a boarding school community. He had found his calling.

The next seven years, during which Michael developed his teaching and school-mastering skills, were spent at Bradfield College in Berkshire. He was soon made Head of History, was a residential house tutor, and involved in athletics, the CCF and the Christian meeting. When the headship of the History department at Radley was advertised in 1978 Michael applied and was chosen from an extensive field. He quickly won the respect and admiration of both colleagues and boys, especially for his personal qualities and the engaging nature of his teaching. His ‘A’ level results were consistently outstanding and Oxbridge awards for history were frequent.  Scholarly new books would often appear with an MJC note in the ‘pigeon-holes’ of his History colleagues, stirring them to keep on top of their subject. Under his dedicated coaching the cross-country running and athletics clubs were highly successful; and Christian Forum meetings benefitted from his assistance and encouragement. Warden Silk held Michael in high regard and added to his brief the role of Director of Sixth Form Studies. “Tell me Michael, what is this new thing - this National Curriculum?”, Dennis once asked him in puzzled tones. “I have to go to a big meeting about it tomorrow. Can you, dear man, summarise it for me on one side of A4?” It was there on the Warden’s desk before breakfast. 

Still single at the age of 41, Michael seemed in no hurry to consider school headship. However, when his attention was drawn by an Old Monktonian friend to the impending vacancy at Monkton due to Richard Meredith’s retirement, he felt prompted to apply. In a strong field, his undoubted qualities and experience, along with his emphasis on high standards and firm discipline, and his commitment to Monkton’s distinctive Christian tradition, made him an obvious candidate. But Michael wondered whether the preference would be for a married man. Sufficient to say he was the governors’ unanimous choice. As for marriage that had to wait until a former acquaintance, Dawn Guinness, returned from working in South Africa in 1994. Announcing his engagement at breaktime to a surprised staff, in dignified Cuthbertsonian manner he passed it off as simply the completion of Monkton’s strategic plans for full coeducation.

The History of Monkton, 'A Delightful Inheritance' (2017), records that in 1990 Michael inherited a school with falling numbers and in need of a restoration of standards, morale and discipline. A serious financial recession was looming. One of his Governors commented to him that he had two years in which to save the School, adding by way of encouragement, that it was well worth saving. The relevant chapter concludes with a shrewd and insightful assessment of Michael’s fifteen years by Peta Hooper, Deputy Head and Senior Mistress: 

‘In a competitive world, Monkton had to look to its laurels. Michael had to persuade both staff and pupils of the need to focus more on examination results; to rise up the league tables; to pursue academic excellence; and to make considerable adjustments to the curriculum; all without losing the sport and extra-curricular activities which make for a balanced education. This was taking place at a time when the economic recession made the position of many small boarding schools precarious. To stay in the market Monkton needed to offer real value. Michael showed great leadership in these conditions, having a clear view of what needed to be done. He never shirked the difficult decisions, bringing a decisive and focused mind to the problems, but did not lose sight of the importance of retaining the special ethos that is Monkton. It was a difficult balancing act: aiming for good academic achievement, keeping the School economically viable, providing ever better facilities, yet still valuing and nurturing the special qualities of Monkton Combe. To use one of Michael’s favourite phrases, ‘if I may’, I should judge his service to the School as outstanding indeed.’

At the final School assembly in July 2005, in the presence of all the staff and pupils, Tim Dewes, the Deputy Head, expressed the thanks of the Monkton community to the Cuthbertsons. He pinpointed four areas where he wished to pay tribute on behalf of the whole School. Firstly, the school buildings. The Old Gym had been transformed into a Drama Studio, Tuck Shop, Resources Office, and School Shop. When he arrived there was no Clarendon House, no Sports Hall, no Medical Centre and a very old-fashioned Chapel that badly needed to be refurbished and extended. Secondly, academic standards. When Michael arrived there were no league tables, Learning Support Department, ESL teaching, Clark Society for the more academic, and more. He had been the driving force behind a significant improvement in academic standards. Thirdly, the School’s Christian ethos. He had taken this aspect of the school very seriously. Relationships were harmonious, mistreatment was not tolerated and the atmosphere of the community compared favourably with most other schools. The Cuthbertsons’ deep Christian faith had been evident during an extremely tough final year most clearly in Dawn’s courage, determination and openness about her serious illness. Finally, Tim Dewes paid tribute to their care for people. The Head’s frequent notes and letters to staff and pupils who deserved congratulations, or had some particular need, were deeply appreciated. They had demonstrated their interest in each one personally. Both had always had time for people, and all were made to feel genuinely important to them. He had probably watched more sport and school matches than almost any other Head. This was because he was interested in every pupil, enjoyed being with them in their successes and wanted to commiserate when things went less well. And Dawn had done so much to include all members of the school community and to take an interest in the needs of each person, whatever role they had played. 

As Michael and Dawn Cuthbertson left the Assembly Hall for the last time, the whole School formed a two-sided pathway of applauding lines. They were ushered on their way by grateful smiling faces, across the Terrace, past the Chapel, into the Farm Yard and beyond. It was a beautifully orchestrated, fitting finale and definitive departure for devoted servants of the School. Did any of that generation of pupils realise that Monkton’s very existence had been seriously at risk at about the time some were born? Perhaps only the senior staff appreciated quite what the School owed to him, in partnership with Harvey Glasgow (OM), his highly able Bursar of those recessionary and merger years, and with the support and wisdom of an Admiral and a Bishop as Chairmen of Governors at that time. Would history come to see him as the Head Master who, in the providence of God, saved Monkton?

Much could be said about the use Michael made of his so-called retirement, living in Poole, and chairing a residents’ association. Active church membership with a teaching role, prompted Michael to undertake a Masters course in Theology, Ministry and Mission at Trinity College, Bristol and a Diploma course in Biblical and Theological Studies at Wycliffe Hall, Oxford, adding New Testament Greek to his portfolio.
In addition, Michael chaired the governors of Castle Court prep school and became a governor of Sedbergh, a leading school in the North West, where he proved a great support to the Headmaster, Christopher Hirst, a former member of his History department at Radley. He was also on the Council of The Independent Schools Christian Alliance. More importantly, he was a  loyal, constant and caring support to Dawn, who continued to cope bravely with on-going health concerns. 

Few things gave Michael greater pleasure than reading or hearing about former staff and pupils. They could be sure of hand-written letters of congratulation or notes of sympathy. Apparently, there were pupils who, in pride and gratitude, pinned such messages on their study board – and some have retained them. What touching reminders of an outstanding and caring Head Master!

Peter LeRoy – 06 07 26

I met John in 1957 in the third form at Monkton Combe School. He came a few weeks late and as both our fathers were in the Navy I was told by my tutor to take him under my wing and show him the ropes. As a result, he became a lifelong friend.

He had previously been living with his parents in Gibraltar and went to a prep school in East Grinstead.

He was born on the Isle of Wight and after Gibraltar, his parents bought Seamark House on the Duver in St Helens. He had a half-brother Colin, 10 years older from a previous marriage of his mother, Katherine, who was lovely.

I used to go and stay with them in the school holidays, and we spent most of our time mucking about in small boats and visiting all the Forts in the Solent - which was strictly forbidden.

He had a small dinghy called the Vino Blanco, with a Seagull outboard, which he would also use to take friends to and from Southsea - bear in mind this was only a six-foot dinghy!

John had a part-time job in the holidays assisting with the ferry which ran across Bembridge Harbour taking passengers. It was like a small landing craft with a flat bottom and an on/off ramp for running up the sand.

We had recently completed our life-saving courses at school and had been told we were honour bound to help anyone in difficulties in the water.

On one summer’s day when working on the ferry John saw a boy drowning in the Harbour. John immediately dived in and swam the seven-year-old boy to the shore. Unfortunately, when he dived in, his shorts came off, somewhat embarrassing for a 15-year-old but the story made the front page of the Daily Telegraph, and he went on to win the unexpected prize at school Speech Day.

Despite his proficiency with small boats his rowing master wrote in his report that “John rows like a ruptured crab” I thought this was a bit unkind, but John thought it was very funny.

I remember also that he had a budgerigar which he had named, Air Vice Marshall Sir William Barnes KCB DFC Bomber Command, known as Bill for short. It used to be allowed to fly around the kitchen, but when I was there it escaped and flew to the top of the tallest tree in the garden. John and I spent the rest of the day trying to entice it down. It came down on its own in the evening and into the cage which we had hung in the tree, so all was well.

At School he pursued alternative activities like exploring the caves and tunnels in the hills around the school which had been used by the Ministry of Defence. They were of course out of bounds which didn’t seem to bother John who spent many illicit weekends mapping them.

There are a couple of other survivors and lifelong friends from the third form here today, Richard Twining and Dudley Haigh.

Richard told me that they went to CCF camp at the end of the last summer term and on leaving they were asked where they lived so they could be issued with a travel warrant for a train ticket to get home. They said they came from the Shetland Isles as they wanted to go there. Major Roberts, our history master declined their request- but they went anyway.

A month later, in September 1962 John joined as a Cadet at the Britannia Royal Naval College.

At this point, Vice-Admiral John McAnally was going to tell you about John‘s naval career. Unfortunately, he is unable to be here today. He has written a very detailed resumé which I have edited. If anyone would like a copy of the full details then please let me know afterwards.

This is John’s tribute to his Dartmouth term mate.

On 16th September 1962 Cadet John Clarke joined some 200 other would be Naval Officers who were marched up the hill to the Britannia Royal Naval College Parade Ground.

Those first months at Dartmouth were tough. At 6am the following morning we doubled up the hill to the swimming pool to take the Naval Standard Swimming Test. This involved 4 lengths of the pool, floating for three minutes then diving in the deep end to pick up a brick. All done in a boiler suit. Not too bad if you were the first but for everyone else the boiler suit just got wetter and heavier.

There were many such tests in all fields and failure meant assignments to do it again until you passed.
Needless to say, the strongly built son of an Admiral brought up by the sea avoided all retakes. In fact, John threw himself into the life and rituals of the College with a mixture of respect and youthful daring.

He was particularly drawn to the many activities on the adjacent river Dart. This covered all of the various sailing, rowing and motor boats. Constant childhood messing about in boats in the Isle of Wight made it all very familiar and easy to master for John. He even took one of the prized Fast Motor Boats right up the Dart and under the venerable 1826 bridge at Totnes. This was not allowed, but John got away with it.

The third term at Dartmouth saw John at sea in one of Her Majesty’s Ships for the first time. He and some 50 other Cadets embarked in HMS TORQUAY one of three frigates deploying to North America as the Dartmouth Training Squadron.

The first port of call was Bermuda where John somehow acquired a .22 Smith & Wesson revolver which he smuggled back on board wrapped in his swimming trunks. It was later surrendered to Hampshire’s Chief Constable.

John was appointed as Midshipman to HMS CAMBRIAN. She was a World War 2 Destroyer and then the oldest ship in the Far East Fleet. 

Indonesia’s Confrontation of Malaysia was well underway and for a time John was seconded to a Malaysian Patrol Boat. His chief privation during this period of operational service was the constant diet of noodles.

A further active operation occurred when CAMBRIAN  supported the Carrier CENTAUR by firing a full broadside from her three 4.5” guns which helped quell mutinying troops in what was then called Tanganyika.

John now had to decide which particular area of the Navy he wished to specialise in. He chose Hydrography and underwent basic specialist training at the Hydrographic School near Devonport.

Then came his first ship as a complement officer. She was the World War 2 Frigate converted to Survey Vessel HMS DALRYMPLE.
After a few months John was reappointed at short notice, to join HMS DAMPIER in Port Moresby in Papua New Guinea.

There followed a most adventurous time in far flung South Pacific Islands.

The ship then set off for survey work in what was then the Anglo-French cooperative of the New Hebrides now called Vanuatu.

DAMPIER based herself at Norsup in Malekula Island the interior of which still had cannibals. DAMPIER next went to Naduri on the north coast of Fiji’s second biggest island. John loved this place.

Thought of as paradise by its inhabitants, he made a point of returning there at every opportunity over the next 25 years.  30 plus years later he even reprised wearing the Fijian kilt like garment called a Sulu at his wedding to Sue in New Zealand.

South West Pacific surveying completed, the ship went to Singapore where John took a ships diving course acquiring a skill which he was to employ in later life.

That August he joined HMS VIDAL as the Navigating Officer. He quickly became First Lieutenant, and was deployed to the Middle East but went via Gibraltar, Freetown, Dakar, St Helena , Simonstown and Mombasa then to her base in Bahrain.

The then Trucial Oman States were very undeveloped. Abu Dhabi and Dubai were only connected by a beaten track of sand. John’s survey camp was some 7 miles off this track by the sea in a small port where the survey launches could be anchored.

After an adventurous two years John took up his final Naval appointment in the Hydrographic Department in Taunton. He was mainly involved in the production of weekly Notices to Mariners issuing amendments to worldwide Admiralty Charts. It was not to this, supremely practical seaman’s taste,’ and John found it boring.

It was therefore perhaps not surprising that in April 1972, as his short service commission approached its end that John decided to leave the Royal Navy. I’m sure that had he chosen to apply for a permanent commission he would have been eagerly accepted.

How glad I am to have known John. I’ve enjoyed many happy hours in his company even drinking the “Blush” wine he made when living in Seamark House and latterly with him and Sue. What a great couple. I’m so sorry not to have been able to deliver this tribute in person.
Thank you John.

After leaving the Navy John did various jobs including labouring on a farm, an articled clerk with a law firm which unsurprisingly only lasted for a few months and then worked for a year in Attrils boatyard in St Helens.

In 1973 He joined a company called Star Offshore Services where he became General Manager of their sub-sea maintenance division. This started his journey to recovering the gold from HMS Edinburgh.

I remember he rented a flat from the Crown Estates in Regents Park which was very palatial and his neighbour in the flat above was the renowned cellist, Paul Tortelier. John had a full-size grand piano in the flat and he played it for me, playing hymns, he had taught himself on a harmonium on board one of his ships, so he could play for the Sunday services. An unknown talent.

On another of my trips to see John at Seamark House, he had acquired a Tornado catamaran. It was the time of the Fleet review in 1977. There was something like 60+ warships anchored in two lines down the Solent. 
John decided that we should do our own fleet review, so we set off in appalling conditions, wind and rain, and managed to sail down between the two lines of ships without being shouted at too much as the catamaran was very fast and we probably we couldn’t hear anything anyway.

Unbeknown to us, the review was being televised at that time and we were seen and described on the local news as two idiots, which indeed we were, particularly as by the time we got back to Bembridge the tide was out and we had to push the boat through the mud to get home.

At about the same time as he bought his first house in 1978, he started discussing with Mike Stewart of Wharton Williams, a diving company, about The Edinburgh project.

HMS Edinburgh had been sunk by the Germans carrying Russian gold from Murmansk which was partly for payment for munitions from the USA.

A few months later, in 1981, having agreed a contract with the UK government and the Russians, they set sail in a Diving Survey Vessel to search for the wreck.

On the first day, thanks to John‘s research and navigational skills they found the Edinburgh in 830 feet of water. Three months later they recovered 431 gold bars weighing approximately 5 and a half tons. They returned the agreed amount to the Russians in Murmansk.

It was an incredible feat, on the very edge of the technology at the time.  John was rightly very proud of this amazing achievement.

For many years he gave talks on the subject around the country, which I am sure many of you will have heard. If you haven’t it’s well worth reading about. .

He and Mike Stewart continued searching for other treasure wrecks around the world, including trying to negotiate with corrupt South American officials and being involved in the development of the Jet Prop for blowing sand and silt from covered wrecks. The Jet Prop was also suitable for digging trenches for pipelines in the North Sea. 

He eventually left the business, as he had been commuting to Aberdeen weekly, and went back to Seamark House to look after his mother. His father, who had been a great influence on him as a Rear-Admiral Engineer, had died in 1980.

In 1995 John bought the ferry (remember the ferry story) which was in a very poor state. He had her completely restored and the engine overhauled.

He went on many expeditions in the ferry around the coast of southern England. 
John McAnally recalls that on the 35th anniversary of the 1962 Dartmouth term:  He brought this open boat with no navigational aids to speak of, on his own, across Lyme Bay by night to Dartmouth where our reunion was to be held.

On the Saturday afternoon he took a large group of us (one in a wheelchair) up the Dart to a pub in Dittisham. It was a striking example of his self- reliance, seamanship and navigation skills.

He also made a complete circumnavigation of southern England up the Thames through rivers and canals to Bristol and round Land’s End, via the Scilly Isles and finishing back in the Isle of Wight.

He started his vineyard about this time and made renowned white, red and blush wines. Over the subsequent years several hundred bottles were made and thrust upon unsuspecting friends.
His mother died in 2002 and a year later the special family cat that John inherited from his mother also died.

Dudley Haigh tells me, John set out to find another cat of the same special breed. He answered a newspaper advertisement for this breed of cat, and telephoned the given number, which in turn was answered by a lady, called Hayley. She was the daughter of Sir John Mills the actor.

John bought the cat, and he also invited Sir John to stay at Seamark House for a few days, Sir John did come and was also treated by John to a trip around Bembridge harbour on his beloved ferry.

Then - out of the blue at the age of 60 - John announced that he was getting married which completely knocked us all sideways. He and Sue were married on a beach in New Zealand three months later.

John then sold Seamark and he and Sue did up Norlands, a family house of hers, on the edge of Yarmouth and made it into a lovely home.

Chris Troup, OM 1962
 

1944 - 2026

Stephen Charles Oxlade passed away peacefully on 17 June, aged 81, following a short illness.

A devoted husband to De, a much-loved father to Simon and Edward, and a proud grandfather to Lara, Stephen’s family was at the center of his life. He will be remembered for his kindness, quiet humour, and the deep care he showed to those closest to him.

Stephen gave many years to teaching, inspiring countless students as a Chemistry teacher and rowing coach at Shiplake College, Pangbourne College, Monkton Combe School, Cheltenham College, and Bryanston School. He had a natural gift for encouraging others, whether in the classroom or on the water, and took great pride in seeing young people grow in confidence and skill.

Away from work, Stephen felt most at home in the outdoors. He embraced adventure wholeheartedly, whether walking in the Lake District, exploring the Scottish islands, or making his way along the southern coastal path. He relished time spent on rowing tours, by the water with a fishing rod, or camping under open skies. These were the moments that brought him real joy, especially when shared with family and friends.
Those who knew Stephen will remember his steady presence, his generosity of spirit, and his love of nature and simple pleasures. He had a way of bringing calm and perspective, and his quiet enthusiasm for life’s pursuits left a lasting impression on many.

A service to celebrate Stephen’s life will be held at Harbour View Crematorium and Burial Grounds, Lytchett Minster, on Thursday 9 July at 2:30pm. (Family Only).

In his memory, donations are warmly welcomed to Cancer Research UK (South West) and Julia’s House Children’s Hospice. Further details can be found at:

https://www.tapperfuneralservice.co.uk/tapper/funeral-search/49891edfb4da620d699ca1ff29b31dbf7fffdb99

Stephen will be greatly missed, fondly remembered, and always loved.
 

24.4.1939 - 3.1.2026

Richard's early childhood was spent in India with his parents, younger sister and brother. They lived in Bombay but in the hot weather escaped to the hills of Kashmir. He attended Sheikh Bagh School in Srinagar as a boarder. This was a wonderful school set up by Eric and Phil Tyndale-Biscoe for boys who could not return to England due to the war.

In 1946 the family sailed home and lived near Bath. Richard entered the junior school and progressed through the senior school. He loved Monkton and the friends he made there have been friends for life. Rowing, drama and the art room held special memories.

On leaving school he was articled to a firm of accountants in Sheffield. He qualified as a Chartered Accountant and in 1963 went to Iran with Coopers and Lybrand. He made the most of his time there visiting different regions, speaking Farsi and mixing easily with people. Richard married Sheila in 1965 and with their two young children returned to Iran. This contract ended due to political troubles.

The family settled in the country near Maidenhead with Richard working in the city for many years. He was a countryman at heart and enjoyed hill walking, beekeeping, his garden, geese and Staffordshire bull terriers. He was involved in local affairs as well as all the usual family commitments.

In retirement Richard led an active and adventurous life. He completed a course in Oxford on vernacular architecture, moved to Marlborough, travelled in Asia and had many camping trips around Europe with Robert Cowen - an OM friend. He immersed himself in many aspects of Marlborough life and was especially helpful in the restoration of The Merchant's House.

He leaves a sister, a son, a daughter and three granddaughters.

My brother Bruce Gordon Sinclair was born 16th April 1939 and died on 29th January 2026 of leukaemia.

He was born in Lewes Sussex and died in Leyland Lancashire where he had lived for most of his adult life. 

He was at Monkton for 4 years from 1952-1956, where he had a sound evangelical Christian education which formed the basis of his life. In particular in his final years at Monkton he was responsible for the services at Conkwell Chapel. When he left Monkton he intended to enter the Anglican ministry but while at Durham University, reading English he was advised that his talents would be better used in teaching in State schools. After leaving Monkton he spent a year gaining practical experience working at the Metal Box Company and a departmental store in Hull.

After receiving his degree from Durham University, he spent a year with VSO teaching at the Police National Training College in Kenya. After this he held several teaching posts, finishing his career as Deputy head of Bishop Rawthorn Church of England High School near Leyland in Lancashire. After taking early retirement he devoted his life to serving in various capacities at St Andrews Parish Church Leyland. His service was recognised by the two hundred parishioners and friends who attended his Thanksgiving Service there in February 2026.

He is survived by his wife Carol who also was a teacher, his 2 daughters and son and 5 grandchildren.

Ian Sinclair, OM 1953

It is with deep sadness that we share the news of the passing of Tiffany Ng, who was a member of our Monkton community during the 2012-2013 academic year as an international student in Lower Sixth.

She was a boarder in Nutfield, and felt very welcomed by her house parents Rachel & Andy Glasgow.

Tiffany passed away unexpectedly in early February from a bleed on the brain while on a snowboarding holiday with friends in Japan.
She was just beginning to build her life and career, having spent recent years living and working in Hong Kong after completing her education in England.

Those who knew her during her time boarding with us will remember her warmth and the spirit she brought to our community during the year we shared together.
Tiffany's father Vitus has asked that we share his encouragement to all who knew Tiffany: to treasure our loved ones and hold them close.

A funeral service with Mass was held for Tiffany on Saturday, 14th February in Hong Kong.

We extend our deepest condolences to Vitus and all who knew and loved Tiffany. Though her time with us was brief, she remains part of the Monkton family. May she rest in peace.
 

Roger passed away on the 18th June 2025 in Christchurch, New Zealand.  He was a much loved husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather.

Prior to joining Monkton, Roger attended Walton Lodge, Prep School, Bath.
After graduating Monkton, he studied Engineering at St Catharine's College,
Cambridge.

He then joined "Perkins", in Peterborough, UK for 2-3 years.  Roger had several maiden aunts including Miss Amy Flint who founded Clarendon School in Malvern.

In 1978 Roger, his late wife Elaine and 3 sons, Richard, Adrian and Peter immigrated to Christchurch NZ,

Roger took up a position in engineering at the New Zealand Agricultural Engineering Institute, at Lincoln University, near Christchurch where he joined the mechanical engineering section of the New Zealand Agricultural Engineering Institute, located at Lincoln University.  

He quickly gained a reputation for designing innovative machinery that not only achieves its purpose but does so cost-effectively.  A good example is a processor for physically modifying brome grasses, plants that are highly valued in New Zealand and elsewhere due to their drought-tolerance.  However, the seeds cannot be sown using a conventional drill because a spur on the seed husk causes them to clump in the seed box.  Rather than adapting an existing drill, a costly exercise, Roger created a simple, yet highly effective method for removing the spur.  Its innovative use of commonly available and cheap components enables application in an industry characterised by low margins. 

40 years later the machine, still cloaked in trade secrecy by the company to which it is licensed, processes six additional brome grasses, with a large proportion of production being exported to Australia and the United States.  Roger was also involved in the design of fruit harvesting and processing machines which played an important role in setting the stage for an industry that now provides a substantial portion of New Zealand's export earnings. 

Dr Peter H John, B.Eng. (Hons), Ph.D. (Wales)
Colleague and friend

 Roger married Shirleyann Goodman Young and they had a very blessed 20 years together.  They traveled widely and ran a small hobby farm growing Olives, a variety of fruit and nut trees for their own and family consumption.