Dennis was born in Hampstead in 1938, he was an only child to his mother 'Betty and Dad Joe'
He grew up in Highgate and went to a local catholic school. After Dennis left school he went to work at his uncle’s furrier business on Bond Street.
When he turned 18 he was called up for national service where he served with Para brigade and was posted to Cyprus for 3 years.
After he left the army he pursued some not too successful ventures, however he managed to pull his life together and ended up meeting the love of his life Eileen.
In 1967 they had a son Tristan.

During the 70’s they both worked at CBS records in Euston and spent the next few years making the most of their free time by travelling to Cornwall, Scotland and mid Wales. They had great adventures camping in random places such as field’s, woods and even once under a bridge where they were invaded by an army of slugs.

Dennis having a true love of nature and his surroundings taught Tristan all about the countryside on the numerous walks and treks that they went on.
As Dennis and Eileen had always preferred the country to London it seemed inevitable that they would move away from the city which is what they did and moved to North Wales in 1976.
They moved from London to what seemed one of the remotest spots in the country- a farmhouse up a mountain in the middle of nowhere! Dennis and Eileen never saw the need to drive or own a car in London, however moving to Wales did not inspire them to do so either! 
They walked everywhere, up mountains and along beaches, Dennis would often dive into the freezing cold sea so he could get nearer to and attempt to communicate with the local seals by adopting what he perceived to be a seal sounding bark ! he convinced himself (and us) that they actually answered him.
He was loved by the locals and would always find time to chat with them if he met them on his numerous walks.
He was known by everyone and was one of the main village characters.

He loved Arsenal football club and went on a few occasions with Tristan to watch them play. Tristan and Dennis would exchange complimentary or angry texts during each match depending on the performance of the team, and result of the match.
When he became ill Tristan and his wife Jo moved Eileen and Dennis down to live with them in Epsom where Eileen has her new home.

Dennis was a true family man staying in touch with his cousin Jane in America and her family, and making every effort to see his son Tristan and daughter in law Jo, and his beloved grandchildren Michael, Jade and Millie and most recently his great- grand-daughter Amalie.

This was reciprocated when he was ill as everyone came to visit him and say their goodbyes no matter how far away they lived.

Dennis always denied he was a brave man but he spent his last days with dignity and courage. He died peacefully in his sleep holding Eileen’s hand.

He left an impression with everyone he met and will be dearly missed by all.

RIP 12 July 1938 – 17 November 2015