In attendance were over 250 mourners representing the many different parts of his varied life. The majority were MG T racers from all over the country.
He and Rachel, his wife had had the time to prepare for the occasion , and wanted everyone to celebrate that we all had shared a fun filled life together.
In the mid 1960s a group of young men from the Midlands decided that racing old MGs was their way into motorsport, and so the MG Car Club T Register went racing. There was so much enthusiasm that soon it built up to a hotly contested Championship, with circuit races, hillclimbs and sprints all over Britain being visited.
Dave steadily became recognised as- "the King', when pseudonyms were adopted by us all.
A great win at Silverstone in earlier days
He was one of that lost breed . . .builder-driver, unlike today's ways. As season followed season, so did the tales of derring-do, and thence into Europe, as part of the 'Team Rosbif' adventures.
David had always hankered after something in the single seater world, and eventually became the proud owner of the ex-Stirling Moss Cooper Alta, which he soon made a more formidable tool than when in the hands of Sir Stirling. Joining the " Historic Grand Prix Car Association' with this car , he soon made an impact throughout Europe, and making more friends as he went along.
He was a man with several great passions, such as a love for the English countryside and it's wildlife, fly-fishing, lovely old houses, and on to fox hunting with large horses, and the inevitable spills to go with the thrills. He and Rachel delighted in all those country pursuits.
Earlier though it was his love of mountain climbing and ski-ing that showed the steely nerve which came through on the tracks.
He also had a successful career with breweries in the Midlands as a very skilled property surveyor, where his early retirement was much rued.
Throughout all these years, he emerged as a thoroughly nice guy who just revelled in life and all it has to offer. When he met and married Rachel , it was like this was just the the perfect completion for them both. Their house was always filled with great stories and laughter to go with the good food and wine. Rachel's two children became David's children whom he loved dearly, and they him.
It is often said, but never truer in this case, this man was a complete one-off, and loved by everyone whose life came into touch with his.
That afternoon in the aged Worcestershire churchyard he was united with his own family, and all his dearest friends from the MG T racers, the Huntsmen, and neighbours for one last time.
An old friend at the Churchyard gate
But, he will never be forgotten.