Robert F. PERKINS

I just received news of Robert´s passing and we are so grieving with the news. Never was a gentleman such as Rob. We had the fortune of seeing him annually in Lamu and a friendship that extended to Europe and the states. The last time we gathered was at a reading from his latest book. So beautifully penned and so deep was his own grief. But he was an inspiration of living and kindness to so many. He is truly, truly missed.

To Tom, Eve, Beau, Florence, and all other of his family: I'm very sorry to read today Rob's obituary. Ironically, just today I started re-reading Into the Great Solitude, and out of curiosity looked Rob up on the internet. I have many happy memories of the Perkins family, and my time in the Pink Barn, where for a short time Rob and I were housemates. I hope all you, his siblings and other family members, are well. I send heartfelt condolences. Sincerely, Forrest

I met Robert in Yellowknife waiting in line for a hamburger. He kept turning around to look at my T-shirt and I recognized him from his film " Into The Great Solitude". We had dinner together, talked about solo travelling and then he and his partner at the time drove my friend and I back to our campsite. I like him instantly. What a loss. I am sad. My condolences to his family and all his friends. Bob Dion.

Most Beautiful person - may he rest in peace.

May he rest in peace,i met Rob in kenya lamu....... So sad rest well may God give his family peavce and love

Robbie was a friend from my boyhood. We went to grade school together; we played six man football; rode bikes around town; explored the woods that surrounded his home;camped on an island offshore our coastal town; listened to new music like Dylan. He learned the skills of canoeing at Keewayden where he took weeks long trips in the remote Labrador. Ultimately, he found his comfort zone on solo journeys with his trusty wanagan and plastic pink flamingo on the remote rivers of the Canadian ...

Robbie was a friend from my boyhood. We went to grade school together; we played six man football; rode bikes around town; explored the woods that surrounded his home;camped on an island offshore our coastal town; listened to new music like Dylan. He learned the skills of canoeing at Keewayden where he took weeks long trips in the remote Labrador. Ultimately, he found his comfort zone on solo journeys with his trusty wanagan and plastic pink flamingo on the remote rivers of the Canadian...

I am so sorry to hear of Rob's passing. He was a beautiful friend. I have known him since 1973 in Cork, Ireland. We spent many happy times together in Boston in the late 70s. We met regularly in recent years in London, the last time in January. He was as ever full of plans and generosity. We talked of his book, of 'Already Broken', of Claire, and of our mutual friendship with Seamus Heaney. Several of his wonderful paintings are on our walls here. My sincere condolences to family at...

Your love and passion for Lamu Island, the dhow trip in the mangrove reading your poems, the yoga sessions and the walks on the beach. Let your soul now be in peace . Be blessed