A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
Matt Lygate Memorial
Matt Lygate
26/12/1938 - 10/1/2012

Matt Lygate grove

Matt Lygate - a loving father, husband, brother,
philosopher and teacher to many.

A lover of nature and all living things.

A man who lived and died in the struggle for the liberation of man.


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In memory of a very special friend Matt and works colleague from our time together around 1956 in Sunderland at Jacksons The Tailors- R.I.P Matty until we meet again.

Donated by Cornelius Mc Farlane

12th January 2017

With all my love Linda,we had great times we love a lot we struggled together we will meet again in the forest of life in our new universe were no more pain no more hurts freedom is the name of the day

11th January 2017

Another year past and another year of amazing inspiration from the dad who gave us everything and more

Donated by Matt Lygate (jnr)

25th December 2016

Donated by Mark Hesling

24th December 2016

More trees for Matt! It's easy to 'like', harder to give, hope you get more support to continue to leave a legacy for Matt. Rest in Peace, Rest in Power.

Donated by Mark Hesling

26th December 2015

Thanks for being the most amazing dad, for giving me the best upbringing and providing me with your spirit for life. I wish you could be with me here, but I feel you in everything I do.

Donated by Cat

25th December 2015

IN MEMORY OF 'Mac' Lygate. A lovely, genuine man who always had time for myself,my children and my dog. RIP Mac.

Donated by Karen Stride

26th December 2014

Family Lygate donation"An honest man here lies at rest As e're god with his image blest. The friend of man, the friend of truth; The friend of Age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so inform'd: If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this." Robert Burns

Donated by Family Lygate

27th December 2013

To thole this life I can no longer; Endure it yet i must, Till death at last, that glorious state, Shall render me to dust Why should it be, no man can tell, Are mortals 'made to mourn' why, even when no one did ask, Yet child and man were born! The oak lives through its thousand years, Not stopping to enquire, And when at last its time has run, It ends upon the fire. But man with thinking, conscious mind, Knowing nought , but what has long been known, The surest thing in life is death, As every rose has thorn. What purpose then for mind and heart, When life goes on the same Perhaps its not for us to reason why but just to play the game! The wretched form it staggers on through life which is so brief Its greatest parts the mind and heart oft' shattered and torn by grief The ones who love you have left you now Through death, or worse despair And on your own you try to think But end up with blank stare "I'll end it all!" you shriek inside At last you've reached that stage, Which marks the part when mind and heart Seem governed by pure rage. But wait! That conscious mind, That everloving heart When reasoned, yet unknowing ways Cries out "Tis not time to depart!" There's so much more than this three score And ten years, we call life The greatest part of living is, The challenge of this strife In struggle, man can use his mind, And know himself the better, With courage bold he'll battle on And free himself from fetter.

Donated by Lygate Family and friends

14th February 2012

Donated by Mr M M Lygate

14th February 2012

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The trees in this grove will be carefully planted in protected sites in the Scottish Highlands where they will create homes for wildlife and forests for the future.

Scots pine against a summer blue sky.
Twinflowers in bloom on pine woodland floor.
A Scotch argus butterfly on common ragwort.
Matt Lygate's grove
Trees in this grove:
106

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