I have endless memories of PCT dating back to 1969 until I last him in Dunkeld about 2007. The truest friend and mate you could wish for. The countless Hamilton Racing Club 'working bees'. The BBQ's at Barling Lodge. The day we all thought his plane would never get up over the running rail during take off at Hamilton!!! His joy and interaction with with my/our son Pip & his pup Bonnie. The stories from POW camp. The countless bottles of Black Label. The 50th birthday party down at the creek at Caviar. The kids camping/rabbiting in the horse truck down at the same creek countless times. Visits to Summit Park with his lovely wife Di. His pride & humbleness when the Dutch sent him a piston from his shot down plane, all restored and mounted on wood. Showing his ' singing' glass, his redwood table, Di's little blue wren, the pooping bloody kangaroos that ate everything in his veggie garden and of course hi beloved horses. The day we had to sew a mares shoulder up with plain string and a bag needle! On & on I could go, but I think you the picture. Peter, a true whiteman and you only meet one in a life time if you lucky. Heartfelt sympathy to Anita and the 3 boys, all of whom I have had the pleasure knowing & sharing a little of their parents lives. R.I.P. Elaine, Pip (Glenn) & Jack (dec)