Taken from Adriennes Tribute. Quin and I met in Germany in 1971 when we were 20 and both serving in the Royal Air Force. I first brought Quin back to Norwich the following year, and give him the fright of his life when he saw the size of St Johns towering above us as we got to Earlham Rd and I explained that this was where we were getting married; he always said he nearly ran at that point. The power outages were on when we got home to College Rd and when the lights came back on my Grandma Rogers said that “He looked better with Lights out”, he always remembered this and that it helped to break the ice. As you can imagine he and my Dad were both very wound up about this first meeting. We married in October of 1972 and went off to Northern Ireland. We travelled together for the next 14 years, with Tony being born in Norwich in 1976 after a posting to Coltishall. Quins posting to Benbecula in the Outer Hebrides in 1986 led to us buying our first house here in Norwich. Quin spent his last 10 years in the RAF as a Flight Sgt running the Police Squadron on whatever station he was posted too. He did a tour in the Falkland after the conflict, heading up the joint services Police Squadron; it was a difficult place to manage with the level of testosterone from members of the 3 services; well they didn’t have any one else to fight did they. It was said that he was the only “sheriff” to go out into what was called the streets to keep order During this tour he was made an honouree member of the submarine service and given a pair of dolphins. This was for welcoming them onto the Island and joining them in a few bevies - if you know how submariners party once they come off duty you will know how great an accolade this was. Quin retired after 23 years in the RAF, he had always wanted to try selling and did this for a year. He was both good and bad at it. His way with people meant he could sell anything but his ethics meant he could not sell anything they did not need. He then when back to Policing – the love off his life. He joined the Norfolk constabulary first as a traffic Warden and then as a Civilian in the Public Enquiry office on Bethel Street. He worked and was treated in the same way as the Police officers not as a civilian. In 2000 he contracted Small Cell Lung cancer and was only given a 5% chance of surviving. He was one of those few who did, but the cancer and the treatments left him disabled. His general weakness led to many falls and broken bones over the years and a gradual decline in his standard of life. We moved to the bungalow at Hethersett in 2006 and this made the last few years much easier for him. Tests last year identified some Liver damage and after his last fall in December (which resulted in a broken hip) it was realised that it now life threatening. The staff at the N&N did their best to reverse it but this was not possible. They then did a wonderful job in caring for both of us through these last days and giving him peace and dignity. He was still able to joke with them and was a very patient patient.