Syd Starr was a member of our Fenland Rods club for several years. He was the sort of man you'd describe as 'Everyone's Favourite Grandad' - easy to get on with, and how he loved his fishing.
Then a brain tumour appeared, but he got over that and was still the same lovely bloke, and I often saw him behind the counter in the tackle shop at Rookery Waters, run by his grandson Alex Bates. Syd would happily chat about matches, and it wasn't so many weeks ago that I was talking to him there.
Now he's been taken from us at the age of 82. And what a send-off he had, making the journey from church to crematorium in a glass-sided coach dawn by two fantastic-looking black horses. Talk about making an exit - and no less than he deserved. It was great knowing you, Syd.
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