Throughout our childhoods it was always exciting when we knew Uncle Vincent was going to visit. He would have us wrapped around his finger with a story or joke, told in the warmest possible way and with a conspiratorial smile. As a teenager on one such visit I remember walking through the grounds of Powerscourt with him, showing him around the various areas we'd been camping in as scouts. He told me how much he had loved the place as boy and that I'd probably always look back on it, as he did, as a place of great adventure. How right he was. We'll miss you Uncle Vincent, with love from Gordon, Gillian, Katie, Rowan, Laura & Hannah