Morris Hensman Heycock, or ‘Bob’ or ‘Bobby’ as his family, friends and colleagues knew him, was a consultant plastic surgeon in Hull. He was born in Dublin on 31 October 1928. His father, Morris Sadler Heycock, read natural sciences at King’s College, Cambridge and was a chemist before becoming head brewer at Guinness in Dublin and then at Park Royal in London. His mother, Kathleen Mary Heycock née Wallis, was the daughter of Arnold Wallis, a fellow of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. She was an extremely gifted amateur violinist who played with, and entertained, many world-famous musicians in Dublin. Bob’s paternal grandfather, Charles Heycock, was an acclaimed chemist and metallurgist who was elected a fellow of the Royal Society. His godmother, Lucy Wills (the sister of his father’s first wife), was a haematologist who discovered that macrocytic anaemia of pregnancy could be cured with yeast extract; the agent later became known as folic acid. From Ashdown House Prep School in Sussex, Bob went to Winchester College following his two older brothers, Charles and Edward. Bob never really got over losing his beloved brother Charlie in the Second World War and had a photo of him by his bed to the day he died. Unlike his brothers, Bob joined the naval section of the officer training corps, to his family’s dismay. He later said this was one of the best decisions he ever made. Following Winchester, he went up to King’s College, Cambridge as at least the third generation of his family to study there. Bob was awarded the Barcroft prize in 1951 while studying for the natural sciences tripos. He carried out his National Service in the Royal Navy as a medical orderly, serving for much of that time at the Royal Naval Hospital, Stonehouse in Plymouth, where he developed his love of the West Country. After Cambridge, he did his clinical training at St Thomas’ Hospital in London and then decided to become a plastic surgeon. After house jobs, in 1957 he became a demonstrator in anatomy at Cambridge and gained his FRCS in 1961. He was a senior registrar in plastic surgery at St Thomas’ and at Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital. He also spent a year in Miami in 1969 as a fellow with Ralph Millard, who had developed a new technique for cleft lip repair. While Bob admired his work tremendously, he didn’t apparently find him easy to work with. In 1971 Bob was appointed as a sole consultant plastic surgeon with a remit to set up a plastic surgery department in Hull, which he developed and ran very successfully, expanding it steadily until his retirement at the end of 1989. There are now six consultant plastic surgeons working there. One of Bob’s chief interests was in plastic surgery in children, including the repair of congenital anomalies, especially cleft lips and palates. He also enjoyed working on adults with serious hand and facial injuries, usually acquired following road traffic or industrial accidents, and he became lasting friends with many. He stated quite forcibly that he was not at all interested in cosmetic surgery. It is a tribute to him and his skills that just three years before he died one of his most seriously damaged patients came looking for him in Devon just to thank him for repairing his face. He had invited Bob to his wedding as he said Bob had made him the man he had become, a successful businessman, father and grandfather and enabled him to go on and live a fulfilled life. He also said that Bob had made a great difference to the lives of ‘thousands of past patients’. Bob had joined the Royal Naval Reserve (RNR) in 1961, when he was a surgical registrar at St Mary’s in Portsmouth. After a spell in Derby, when he returned to London in 1964 he was able to attend HMS *President* on a weekly basis. Bob subsequently sailed 12 days a year with them on Royal Naval ships as a medical officer. He also served on HMS *Sheffield*, including sailing from the Baltic back to Portsmouth via Rotterdam. Although Bob had started as a medical orderly, in 1973 he moved through the ranks to become a surgeon commander. He was also presented with a reserved decoration, awarded for more than 15 years of service. He wrote that his reputation in the RNR was nothing to do with his medical ability but entirely to do with his navigational skills and his cooking. When in London Bob was a keen member of the Royal Choral Society, singing tenor under the baton of Sir Malcolm Sargent. Music was important to him, but he only really liked true classical music. Bob had always been very good with his hands, and this showed in his plastic surgery, in woodwork and in the art of silversmithing. He had started to make silver objects in Barnet, where he lived while at St Thomas’, but when he arrived in Hull he discovered that there were excellent night classes in silversmithing and he attended these whenever his work allowed and rapidly demonstrated his aptitude and artistic flair. He backed this up with an annual visit to West Dean College for silversmithing classes for a fortnight each summer, where his talent was developed and recognised. He became a liveryman of the Goldsmiths’ Company and had his own hallmark (MHH) registered at Goldsmiths’ Hall. Some years before retiring he bought a bungalow in Newton Ferrers with a wonderful view of the river Yealm with all the yachts at their moorings and with the sea in the distance. On his retirement at the end of 1989, he bought a 28-foot yacht called *Corkscrew* and sailed it around the British coast and to France from its mooring in Newton Ferrers for many years. He also sailed a friend’s yacht from the Bahamas across the Atlantic to the Azores and then back up through the Bay of Biscay to England. His garden in Hull had been lovingly created, and, when he retired and moved to Newton Ferrers, he set to making another superb garden. He loved gardening and he knew the correct Latin names of all the plants he grew. In his later years he employed a gardener to keep the garden immaculate, although he never stopped doing some gardening and it remained his retreat until he reluctantly had to sell his house in 2019. Throughout his adult years he had enjoyed an evening tipple and alternated between single malts and Pusser’s rum. He was a man of habit and drank a bottle of beer with Saturday lunch and a glass of sherry before Sunday lunch, but not a drop with weekday lunches! Bob never suffered fools gladly and was an amazing raconteur. When his sight deteriorated rapidly from macular degeneration, he found it difficult to cope on his own so he sold his house and moved into a home. He found it very difficult to accept being registered blind and, with the restrictions of Covid, he grew suddenly increasingly frail a few weeks before he died, though his brain was still very much active. He died peacefully on 27 August 2020 aged 91.