Bert was the second son born to John and Emily (nee MARTIN) Davis, in Lambeth, London.
His father was injured by gas in the Great War, and afterwards often had long periods out of work. His childhood was poor - as it was for many at that time - but mostly happy. He'd recount games of cricket, and best of all - going with school to the dress rehearsals of concerts at the Royal Albert Hall.
At the outbreak of the Second World War, his family was evacuated to Gotham, Nottinghamshire.
On returning to the railway station from a spell of leave from the Royal Navy, he met Peggy Newman in Nottingham. An exchange of addresses lead to them writing to each other and then falling in love. Their planned marriage had to be delayed, as the church was bombed. They married on 1 April 1944.
After he was demobilised in 1946, he returned home to Peggy. Their two elder daughters, were born whilst they were living at Sneinton.
In the late 1960s, Bert was promoted with Shell, and the family moved to Atherstone, a market town in Warwickshire. Shortly afterwards, Peggy was offered training to use a guide dog.
Their two elder daughters married and in due course provided Peggy and Bert with five grand children.
In 1980, Bert took early retirement from his job. They bought a large house with a huge garden in the little village of Mancetter. They cared for their grandchildren during the school holidays and Bert enjoyed pottering around in his garden and DIY-ing in the house. They bought a new car, and seemed set for a long leisurely retirement.
Here Bert took up wine-making. Not one to do anything by halves, he bought a dozen demi-johns and proceeded to make different varieties. Then some more..... The new car ended up standing on the driveway because there was no room left in the garage, which by now had more demi-johns on the go as well as dozens of bottles of wine. Most of which, of course, he gave away to everyone and anyone. It was very good and when they admired it, he gave them some more.
It was here too that he had such ingenious ideas of taking out a large willow tree with the help of the tow-bar on his car - nearly resulting in the back of the car and the neighbour's windows being demolished!
Then a series of tragedies beset their lives. Bert suffered a major heart attack and had to undergo open heart surgery, which was only partially successful, leaving him limited in his activities. So sadly, the big house and garden had to be sold, as he could no longer manage to look after them.
They bought a smaller home in Weddington, where they settled and made friends. And invariably, he helped family, friends and neighbours in his own inimitable fashion.
Shortly after moving here their youngest daughter received major injuries in a horrific car accident, which - against all odds - she survived! In 1991, Margaret married and went to live nearby.
Bert suffered further heart attacks, but continued (against all medical advice!) doing his garden and house maintenance - and helping everyone else with theirs - and regularly going fishing. Inevitably, their pace of life slowed, and they ventured out less. Instead, their home became the focal point for all the family and extended family, who were always welcomed, fed, looked after and, as ever, were the recipients of Peggy and Bert's generosity.