It is with a very heavy heart that I have to announce the sudden passing of Paul de Swardt, our grounds keeper of the past 12 years. Affectionately known as Uncle Paul,

Uncle Paul was ever dedicated; always willing to help and friendly, even in the face of adveristy.

His passing has left an irreplaceable void and he will truly be missed by us all.

Uncle Paul would want us to remember him in his legacy, the grounds he proudly worked so hard to maintain and this poem comes to mind. - Mr A Bailie

Do not weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye