Sometimes when you hear the phone ring you just know something not good is up and today I got such a call. I was not expecting the sad news that came with it. Sadly the call I received was from John Whitley to tell me that Al Caffrey a man I have known for over 30 years had passed away. I knew Al had not been in great health the past few years but to hear he had gone was still a shock.
Al Caffrey was a gentleman. His big smile and hearty welcome as he shook your hand when he greeted you, would set you up for the day. I got to know him simply from going to motorsport events in Mondello Park and motorcycle road races all over the country where he marshalled for over 40 years, always ready with his flag in hand. Over time myself and my parents got to know Al quite well and if there was an instance where we didn't see him at an event we would question if all was ok? It was usually the case he was just marshalling at a post future around the track from his usual one. He was such a nice man that you would genuinely be thinking of his wellbeing.
Once you met him at an event Al was eager to have a chat about how the races would go, who would win or why such a competitor was not racing, but all would be separated with a laugh or a joke about something. Always prepared with his flask of tea and lunch at hand he took his job of marshalling seriously once a race would start, then it was back to the chat when it ended and before the next one began.
A lover of the Isle of man TT races he would travel religiously with his good friend Frank and their tent would be pitched at the campsite at the Hillberry section of the famous course. One year while over at the TT, I met Al and Frank at Hillberry corner as racing had finished due to bad weather. Such was his friendly nature and manner to the passers by he unexpectedly became the races news reporter. As everyone started coming up to him to ask when the races were being rescheduled. He got a great kick out of this and laughed every time it happened!
Al was also a great soccer fan and a great supporter of Shamrock Rovers and went to their games for years with his green and white scarf in hand. Sadly his health began to fail and this prevented him from travelling to matches and motor races and was unable to do his love of marshalling again. He has been missed around the paddocks north and south of the border since this time, by so many that knew him. I often thought when out on the banks at Mondello while photographing the races how many chats I would have had with him.
As I said earlier he was a gentleman and the fact that I was lucky enough to have got to know him was a privilege. He was from a generation of people who sadly you seem to meet less today where they would happily make time to talk to an 11 year old with his parents at a race each time he saw them, and included them in the conversation like he did when I first met him all those years ago.
One of my abiding memories of Al was one of the last times I saw him some years ago at Kells Road Races where he was spectating with his good friend John Whitley and seeing him cheer on Ryan Farquhar in a thrilling superbike race he was in with Guy Martin. With the arm out waving as they went by you could see the joy the race was bringing him. He saw many a good race over the years and I'm sure he will be looking down on many more to come.
To his sons Joe and Sean and daughter Mona and all his family I send my sincere condolences. Your dad was one of a kind!