Dennis Burns

With very fond memories of cousin Dennis growing up and even when we met on family occasions in later years, he was always so warm and welcoming. Sincere condolences to Bharti and family on your very sad loss.

So very sad at the passing of cousin Dennis and a lovely photo of him. I have happy memories of him going back a long time. Condolences to Bharti and family. X

Thinking of the family at this difficult time - a special big hug for my lovely friend, Lena xxxx

Condolences to you Bharti and family, I have some good memories of Dennis, and he was a good bloke,

Dear Dennis,

You were such a big part of our childhood growing up, and we hold so many special memories of you, from Saturday nights at the Cheylesmore Social Club to Christmases with a Snowball in hand. You were not only our uncle, but also a very dear friend to our dad.

I hope you and Dad are together again, having a drink and catching up like the good old friends you were. ❤️

You will be sadly missed, but never forgotten.

Rest peacefully. ❤️

Memories of Dennis……
Dennis was my best mate and had been from when we first met in Corpus Christi Primary School back in 1962.Over the years we did many things together, mainly on Saturday's, and surprise surprise it mostly involved going out to Pub's, this started when we were teenagers and continued right up until present day.Saturday's will never be the same.
My Brother Chris unfortunately cannot attend the funeral, however he has put together the following, which covers the 3 of us from being kids together, to a couple of VERY memorable adventures, the ‘Grand Tour’ 1975 and the visit to Warsaw and Krakow 2022.

Dennis, Andy and Chris.

When we were kids, Andy and Me would tell my mum that we “were going down to Dennis’s”
This would involve us riding our bikes down to his house which was a Prefab in Stretton Avenue.
We would spend some summers playing football on Chase lodge fields; Dennis and Jim, Andy and Me.
Later we would take bike rides to Leamington, Warwick and halfway to Stratford on Avon.
My uncle Bogdan stopped us once on a busy main road saying, “you should watch for your mate as he’s wobbling all over the road on his bike”. That was typically Dennis’s bike riding style!
Dennis was always gereous as when I went to college in 1974, he offered me his Honda 175 so could get about. This was probably 1975/6. I returned it to him minus a couple of gauges that were stollen, ….he never mentioned it.
1975 was the year of our Grand Tour, not that we called it that. It came about as we oten spent Saturdays playing cards and on one such occasion Dennis mentioned his family in Dublin. So, we hatched a plan to visit the 4 highest mountains of the British isles.
It involved climbing [walking up that is] the four highest peaks of the British Isles.
The staring point was Mount Snowdon.
Our transport was Andy’s car and our accommodation a small two-man tent!!!!
I remember getting to the top of Snowdon, late perhaps 6pm and the café was closed. Dennis said there were people in the café, we knocked and were let in and discovered that the people in there were school mates of Andys.
Our ferry was from Holyhead, that night! Arriving at Dublin we headed for Dennis’ cousins place where there were 20 children in the family. Dennis tried to introduce to everyone!
Having stayed there, I can’t remember where we slept, we travelled through Ireland to the McGillicuddy’s Reaks in the southwest. The plan to climb Carrauntoohil, the second highest Mountain to the British Isles.
Dennis suggested we have dinner and found a pub.Havinghad a great Irish dinner and then getting out in the dark we had to find a place to pitch the tent. We ended up on a rocky drive into a field against a 5-bar gate. We tried the tent, Dennis gave up and decamped into the car. Trying to sleep on rocks was not a good idea. So Andy and I followed suit.
Next day we saw the mountain, a pyramidical peak and set off to take the shortest route which involved the vertical devil’s ladder. Arriving at the top, the clouds had descended and Dennis pointed out that all we saw was a crow squawking at us.
Other highlights of the trip involved being stopped by whatwe thought was the army as we drove into Northern Ireland at the dead of night….questioned‘where are you boys going’ us replying shakily… up to Belfast and across the Scotland….
When we arrived in Stranraer the border guard asked us to open the boot…but onceopenedand the aroma of 3 lads wafted out, they quickly retreated and saw us on our way….
We ended up in Inverness at about 9.45 in the evening, found a B&B[tent discarded] and headed to the nearest pub. Ordered beers at about 5 to 10 and last orders werecalled, we were out by 5 past 10 with nothing open and nowhere to go but bed.
Next was Ben Nevis, the highest peak that we yomped up in good fashion and scree ran where possible on the way down, jumping on tracks in front of unsuspecting walkers.
We finished with a climb up the 4th Peak,Scafell Pike and were home after our 2 weeks grand tour.

In 2022 I suggested to Andy that the three of us should get together for another Grand tour….ok just a trip.
Andy asked Dennis where he would like to go and he said Warsaw Poland…this was a boy’s trip, and we didn’t want my mum to know … so we told her we were going to Krakow. We did go to Krakow….on a moment of sheer genius at about 11pm at night after a beverage or two, Dennis suggested that we get a train to Krakow the next morning. Booked and sorted we spent the next day in Krakow and sent lots of pictures on FB for all to see.
In Warsaw we took a pierogi making class, it was just the three of us which meant we were able to have special time helping each other!!! We spent time visiting the sites of Warsaw, including the War museum – Warsaw saw war, Wedle chocolate shop and Polyester Café….near the Old Town.

There were many moments to reflect on and talk about. I suppose we took our friendship for granted in someways, we’d always be here, always have Saturday night - Andy and Dennis had the best friend relationship always getting together. For me, I new Dennis was there and we had that special history that we didn’t get together enough but we knew when we did that it was just a continuation of a special friendship.

The glasses raised was at the Red Boar restaurant in Warszawa where we had a huge row with the Owner……

In Krakow we visited the sites ….had paczki – Polish Doughnuts as we arrived at the station shopping arcade. Before we left on the train back to Warsawa, we spent a special friend’s time discussing the merits of the trip and what we would do in Warsawa. At the airport Dennis and me were in fits of laughter as Andy was stopped by the border guards; he never told us what was said!

RIP Dennis…Chris and Andy Pruski.

Dear boy me duck! For the great times as kids and the grand tours we had, thank you for your company and friendship.

Rest in peace Dennis you will be sadly missed we had some crack when you came over to Dublin. sail on old friend

So sorry for your loss