We really enjoyed the pictures. You guys had a fabulous life. Traveling, laughing and your lovely girls and Grandchildren. We love you. Louise and Jim Petersen. Xxx

Transcipt from my Eulogy - I never wanted the last word xx Penny Wow - it seemed such a good idea when Phil and discussed me delivering a eulogy that would make him proud, but now it’s more like getting off the ski-lift to discover that he’s misread the piste map, again, and the gentle blue is in fact an icy black. And we all know how that ends! Where to start? It is hard to compress 60 years into a few minutes especially as life with Phil was a rollercoaster; there was never any ‘ordinary’ – but always an anecdote. We had an wonderful life together for 42 years and we must not allow the last 7 months to blemish those memories. Phil was Maureen and Graham’s middle son and spent his early years with an enviable childhood with his two brothers out on their bikes, caravanning, fishing and later, water-ski racing. Nan and Grampy Millett were a major influence on him, especially Grampy Millett, whom he missed terribly and I hope he is now reunited with, along with Uncle Ray and others who have gone before. Phil and I met on the first day of secondary school. He was kind, with an infectious smile that charmed us all, and he was popular with everybody. Apparently, he taught some of the mourners here today how to kiss and I was lucky enough to be the final recipient of this expertise, probably the only homework he ever did get an A* for. We started seeing each other just before I left to live in France for a year as an au pair, and very few expected our relationship to survive. Phil was welcomed by both the Dugast and Thomas families; whom we visited only this time last year when our biggest concerns were Brexit. It was from these encounters that he first came to love France and the life, especially the wine; in later years he would annually travel with my father for the Beaujolais Nouveau run and we spent many summers as a family in Ronce Les Bains We married on Phil’s 23rd birthday, as a surprise, and only revealed the fact to our friends at his supposed ‘birthday party’ that evening. He never forgot an anniversary. In marrying me he took on the ‘Burgess Girls’ – a challenge not for the faint hearted, but they loved him like a brother. Only a brave man would take on the formidable four: Diana as stand-in girlfriend, and must be thanked for her amazing support during the last few months, Tamsin for partnering Phil in stuffing the Christmas Turkey – and Liza for showing off my engagement ring before parental permission had been requested. Phil trained on commercial vehicles and then went to work for the family fish and chip business. But when Charlie and Joanna were still toddlers, he set out on his own in the motor trade. To say he was hard-working would be an understatement. He was the President and Chief Executive of his business and single member of the PR and Marketing department – or that’s what he said when he had spent the evening in the pub drumming up business. It clearly worked, as he provided remarkably for his family. Some of you knew him fondly as ‘Mr As It Happens’ as he was always in a position to source whatever you were looking for, through his various contacts. Thank you Dave for being Phil’s right hand man at Scaurs Garage and also to Brian for all his advice over the years. Phil was an optimistic opportunist. We rarely argued, but did sometimes have ‘irreconcilable differences’ .It was no coincidence that when he bought his brand new boat he named it ‘Chancer’, and I remember the tears of pride he had when the girls both water-skied together behind the boat, both too stubborn to let go first – but they will tell you what an incredible Dad he was. Our life together was fun. We have fantastic, real, friends and I thank all who visited Phil in the early days of his diagnosis – I called the beers in the garden the ‘Living Wakes’, reminiscing over our mutual past shared experiences and the ‘do you remember whens’¬ – and it was good that we had those. They boosted his morale at a time when the whole world was uncertain. When the girls had flown the family nest, Phil and I started to travel. Initially going to Australia to follow ¬– in more luxury – the footsteps of our backpacking daughters. Sailing in the Whitsundays and turtle watching on Heron Island were all part of wonderful experiences for our 50ths – Hong Kong for Phil’s, Singapore for mine. We have incredible memories of our trips to Vietnam and Sri Lanka. And on our door step, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Roma, Venice, Reykjavik to name but a few There are regrets of experiences Phil would have liked to have had, notably riding a hydrofoil with Jim and Louise through the alligators in the Everglades. Thank you to the TVR and Le Mans lads – what goes on tour stays on tour, but as I invariably had a hand in the travel arrangements there are some memories Phil shared with me. How could you have let him sleep through disembarkation?! Losing his money and passport was a low point, as was telephoning Joanna instead of John when he had smashed up the Chimaera. The European Formula One trips were enjoyed by you all with no serious mishaps. I thank you for coming to watch some of this season’s races at our home with Phil and making life seem slightly normal. Geoff and Sandra will remember him as a marathon cribbage partner, and as someone who would jump in the sea because you said it was warm, when it wasn’t – and suggested skinny dipping after midnight in the hotel pool and then ran up the stairs bare bottomed - leaving Sandra and I to face the armed police. Alyson and Sean, the boys would play chess into the wee small hours and became unofficial official family photographer, wedding witnesses and godparents. A role they still play – and thank you Alyson for the Order of Service Jan and Rich – for many happy years, and for taking us out of our comfort zone to go on a Caribbean cruise. How we loved the sailaways, swimming with turtles and snorkelling over a volcano. We also met up with two of the Sorrento six on a beach in Antigua, instead of lunch in Portishead, and marvelled at how well our friends got on. Who else could the Sorrento Six have gatecrashed a mafia wedding with? Carol and Derek, thank you for suggesting we took up skiing in our early forties, from which we never looked back. Carolin and Bill became our extreme sports friends and for the last few years we skied in the winter and sailed in the summer. Phil was a brilliant anchor man, and surprisingly fluent in Croatian when looking for fibreglass and gel coat from the chandlers to repair the boat. He could also be relied upon to jump into the Baltic to rescue the floating suitcase that contained the passports. This almost perfect man that we honour today, did not like to go up ladders and always asked me to remove the spiders. He could be tight top-lipped and was contemplating completing the application form for the ‘grumpy old men club’. We would all have preferred that. Phil was loved by all who knew him – family, friends, customers, neighbours and anybody who had the opportunity to spend time with him. Thank you to both Gaz and Dave, knowing that he had given his daughters away to men that will truly love and cherish them was of great comfort to Phil, plus knowing how loved they are by the extended Hetheridge and Rees families. I thank him for the honour of being his wife, for being the father of our amazing daughters and we all share the sorrow that his grandchildren will never truly know how wonderful he was. And for the last word? Alors, mon cher, c’est presque le fin. Je t’adore, toujours et pour touts les temps. Je te remercie que tu a choisi moi comme ta femme. Je t’aime, Philip, mon mari, mon amour.

...I would just like to say to Penny, the Girls & their Families how Very Sorry I am to see this about Phil, I was Totally Shocked , as Phil is My Age & We had Various Lessons together at Churchill Comprehensive School ( as it was then known ) . My Memory of Phil is Wearing a Black Crombie jacket with a Pink hankey poking out the Pocket & wearing Brogues with Steelies in the Heels ( as ALL the Lads did then back in the day ) & Watching him & some other Lads ( including Mark Haines, who I think used to be Phil's Best Mate at School ) Skidding down the Red Tiled Corridors to see who could Slide the Furthest !! Goodnight Phil Sleep Tight !!......My Love & Condolences to Penny & Family ....xx