HUNDREDS of people from all over the world are expected to descend on the Pewsey Vale on Monday, to say goodbye to sixties pop star Trevor Ward-Davies, aka Dozy.

He was a founding member of Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich who, at the height of their fame from 1965 to 1969, spent more weeks in the UK singles charts than the Beatles.

Mr Ward-Davies, who died last Tuesday, aged 70, was born in the village of Enford and lived with wife Yvonne in Patney.

Mrs Ward-Davies has spoken of how the man she first met as a 14-year-old schoolgirl never let fame go to his head and always looked forward to coming home.

She said: “He had a brilliant life and travelled all over the world. Whenever he was on tour, he rang me every night. I never worried about what he was getting up to, as I knew he always wanted to come home to us.”

The couple, who married in Charlton St Peter village church in 1968, have a son, Darren, and daughter, Sarah, five grandchildren and one great-grandchild, who is 18 months old.

Mrs Ward-Davies said her husband was romantic in many ways and was always buying her flowers, but did not tell her he loved her until the night before he died.

She said: “He would never say it. On that night, I said, ‘Love you,’ and he said, ‘Love you’ back, but then he added, ‘Now get us a fag.’ “That was so him. On that night, I said my goodbyes.

“The day before, he had been in quite good spirits and was singing and we had a bit of a giggle. He was a real family man and particularly doted on our great-granddaughter, Mia Louise.

“He loved all of his grandchildren, but she is so little and he adored her.”

Another little lady missing him is Penny, their year-old shih tzu dog. A picture of it dressed in a Christmas outfit will take pride of place at the funeral.

Mrs Ward-Davies said: “She can’t understand what is going on. She misses him so much.”

Mr Ward-Davies played his last gig at the Corn Exchange, Devizes on December 13, at a charity event organised by friend Bruce Hopkins, who owns Devizes Fine Kitchens.

A few days later, he became unwell and suffered jaundice. A high demand for hospital beds meant he was not admitted.

After a quiet Christmas, his condition worsened and a week before he died his family decided to take him to the emergency department of Swindon’s Great Western Hospital.

His wife said: “I told our GP what we were going to do and he rang ahead and faxed over the notes so he did not have to wait.”

The family was warned he did not have long to live and his wife is glad he did not suffer long.

She said: “When I went into Morrisons in Devizes, to the till where you get lottery tickets, all of the girls started crying.

“It was the same in Sainsbury’s. So many people seemed to know who I was and wanted to express their sympathy.”