I know nothing of Percy's life in Burnham.
He had a rather adventurous time as a Royal Flying Corps pilot in the First World War. He was awarded the Croix de guerre for his service.
I remember visiting Percy and his wife Ivy in London and also their visits to our house in Chelmsford.
I was only 14 when when Percy died but three particular things stand out in my memory of this happy couple. Percy's red nose, Percy sticking his finger in the butter and licking it as he passed through the dinning room and Ivy's wonderful bouncy Cockney nature with her bright red lipstick and red cheeks.