I have so many wonderful memories of my Uncle Mick. He was larger than life, a true force of nature. He could fill a room with his personality and that big, booming voice of his. He was great fun and always seemed to have an unstoppable passion for life.
One memory that stands out is of him taking me fishing when I was about eleven or twelve. He got a bite, but the fish snapped the line and disappeared with one of his fancy spinners. Rather than accept defeat, Uncle Mick jumped straight into a rowing boat and chased the float all around the pond. At the same time, the alarm went off on one of his other rods, and there he was, still pursuing the runaway fish, bellowing instructions to me from the boat. He made it back just in time to get the landing net under a lovely big pike.
Another unforgettable moment was one Bonfire Night when he turned up with far too many fireworks. He set them all off at once, loudly proclaiming “flags of all nations” as they exploded in the sky. I watched on in absolute awe.
There was never a dull moment when Uncle Mick was around. Although I didn’t see as much of him in later years, he has always held a very special place in my heart and my memories.
Rest in peace, Uncle Mick.
Jacob Powell
07/04/2026
