I met Guy Hawkins about 13 years ago. He was heading to the gym in the QEII Jubilee Centre in Faversham, saw people suspended in the air, stopped and watched. I was teaching trapeze I think at the time, possibly aerial fabric, but he called over to find out what we were doing. We chatted briefly, and he asked if he could try it.
“Will you just check your insurance will cover me though,” he asked.
“Why?” I responded, “I’m sure they will.”
On telling me he was 70 I remember being open mouthed in rude shock! Really? You don’t look it at all! And I’m sure any who knew him would agree, he never really acted his age!
I duly called my insurers and let Guy know there was no upper age limit to participating in the classes. It was probably the next week that he joined. I don’t recall his first lesson, but what I will always remember is his unfailing curiosity, his determination to try all he could, to explore ways of combating niggles like dry cold hands that make grip nigh on impossible. NOT doing was rarely an option. He always turned up, even if he’d walked into a lamp, trapped a finger or stubbed a toe at work – he did seem quite accident prone; he would still arrive ready to do as much or as little as he could.
I would sometimes need to bully him to rest and somewhat begrudgingly he’d take a few moments breather; he’d keep his eye on people, offer suggestions, applaud people’s efforts, congratulate big and small successes, and ALWAYS ensure our splits were done correctly. He was after all the master of the splits.
Guy. The studio spaces are less vibrant with you gone. You really are missed. Thank you for everything you gave us.