Douglas Hedgeman (Log) Bevin

Hi Pops,
The man, the legend.

I’ll always remember when we first met — the very first thing I did was straddle you, and you just took it like a king. Then that first barbecue at your house… classic Pops. You tried to get the foreigner (me) drunk, but in the end, I was the one putting you to bed.

Your stories will always be remembered. And many moons will keep hearing them, because I’ll keep passing them on — especially those days from hagans, they are used all the time in my training. Your heart was massive, Pops. You showed it every time people came round: table after table full of food, more than anyone could handle. That’s who you were — you gave more of yourself than anyone else around.

When I think about true hospitality, I reckon there’s no better face I could picture at my Restuarant door than yours. You embodied it.

Thanks for everything, Pops. Take care, love you.

Alan

Sorry for your loss. I really enjoyed the time I spent with Bevan he made me feel very comfortable and welcome. Lots of love and best wishes Paul, Carla and Noah. Love, Dai and Dylan from Christchurch

Memories, of Bevin and I - playing backyard cricket with his father Trevor; catching tadpoles in the clay pools of the Glenburn Brickworks in St Georges Road; playing tennis down at the courts near the Avondale Racecourse; playing cowboys and Indians and having plum fights in the Parr family orchard; flying our kites as high as possible; racing our homemade trolleys down Puketea Street; going to the movies at the Kosy theatre; and swimming between the many boats then moored in Blockhouse Bay. Bevin will be missed.

One of the most amazing people I’ve met.
A true legend and a gentle giant.
A lover of red wine music and laughter.
Quick with his guns he was a showman.
Carrying a load of love and respect from others Log will missed and leave a hole no one can fill.
A giant totara has fallen in the forest.
All our love Ross and Odette