Taken from Kates tribute. My big brother, Patrick (‘Quin’, or ‘Quinnie’) and I enjoyed a very ‘privileged’ upbringing – not in terms of wealth or indulgence, but we had the privilege of knowing that we were very ‘much loved’ by our parents (Bill and Bren) and a large extended family. We were always encouraged to ‘have a go ‘at things and further privileged to know that, whatever mistakes we made would be explained, we’d always be forgiven. Clonmoyle was a happy and safe home full of fun and visitors - Bren always welcoming people and Bill always using his famous ‘get-out line’ that he was going "up the garden." It was a garden that grew from a postage stamp to 1/3 acre, a garden that grew enough food to feed us and anyone else who needed a helping hand; a garden full of animals and full of prize flowers… until Quin and his mates’ footballs, cricket balls, feet or bows and arrows sent prize blooms flying. (And Dad always forgave him …. eventually! I think it was always Quin’s huge sense of humour and infectious giggle that saved him then and on many occasions throughout his life.) Quin always had large numbers of friends from the time he started school at Hellingly – I remember seeing him leading his fellow ‘cowboys’ across the school field, racing his friends round the cycle track and then later, making his friends at Hailsham School jealous by his ingenious success in avoiding long cross-country runs – He arranged for Uncle Will and his sons, our cousins, to meet him in their cars and drive him! He was always sure not to be the first or last to arrive back at the school field. As Quin grew he had a keen interest in music - apart from an inexplicable aversion to the sound of my recorder! Quin loved drums, from a very young age copying his Uncle Alan, by using forks as drum sticks on a tin tray at family ‘Hooleys’. When he was a young teenager, Pat joined Eastbourne Sea Cadets making new friends and learning new skills. He joined the Sea Cadet Band and the neighbours forgave the sound of him practising his beloved bugle in the garden. He was so proud when he finally achieved his ambition to take over the tenor drum in the band – and we were very proud of him as we watched him marching with that drum on many parades around Sussex. Quin loved the Sea Cadets and wanted to join the Royal Navy Boys’ Service at the age of 15 but there was no way that his mum would allow that. Quin then turned his attention to the RAF and worked in a Nursery until he was old enough to join up. During that time Quin passed his driving test only 4 weeks after his 17th birthday and later became the proud owner of his first car – a mini with a black and white chequered grill and a large and loud exhaust pipe that often fell off and had to be retrieved from many a roadside when no one was looking! That mini certainly earned its weight in gold. Pat’s love of music led him and his friend Kevin to set up a successful mobile disco, loading large speakers, turntables and crates of records into the beloved mini and roaring off to their bookings in Eastbourne, Brighton and further afield. Pat joined the RAF Police and began his new life. I remember how proud we were of him at his Passing Out parade. Obviously, as far as the Quinlans were concerned he was the smartest one there!