Alan EGGINTON

Uncle Alan. He nurtured in me a love of walking and the outdoors in general. He leaves me that. I remember, as a kid, long (well, relatively speaking for my little legs) walks along the beck through Saltersgill, and, when I was a little older, bike rides too- up towards Longlands. Although he leaves us all sooner than he might have, it’s a comfort to know he enjoyed his later years surrounded by the countryside he cared so much for. The Dales are poorer for the lack of him, but we are richer for the memories he leaves us.

The man who lived on his own will be missed by so many. I met you twice but feel I know you well. See you up at Gayle Ing Alan.

My lovely Uncle Alan.. miss you dearly. The whole family do. Remembering you for all those times you showed me how to feed the birds when I was little and used to pretend the wooden trailer in the yard was a rollercoaster as you shook it backwards and forwards with me and cousin Kirst in the back. Then inside for Schweppes lemonade from the glass bottle! Thank you for those memories. Love ya Great Uncle Alan x

My gorgeous Uncley Alan.. I still like to imagine he’s up at his home in Thornton Rust, walking across those hills. That way I don’t have to believe he’s gone. He was one of a kind and had lived a fascinating life in the navy. But he was stolen from us far too soon, the price he paid for that time in the navy. But what he has left behind is a never ending amount of special memories and very quotable expressions!
Love always, Babe xx