A year later he entered and won the Scottish Championship ahead of Jimmy Grant, James Marshall, John McGill and Tom Watson. His finest achievement in Draughts was possibly his winning of five consecutive English Open Championships, an unprecedented number of times which gained him a place in the Guinness Book of World Records. In 1994 only months after the death of his dear wife, Gladys, he travelled alone to Scotland to win the Centenary Scottish Open. In 1995 at the age of eighty he won the British Open with no losses ahead of Pat McCarthy and Tom Watson. Following this event he challenged for the World Championship despite rapidly deteriorating health and journeyed alone to Ireland in an ill-advised attempt to wrest the championship from Ron King. Disgracefully provided with substandard accomodation in an inadequately heated room which he shared with another player who kept him awake throughout the nights with incessant moaning as a result of toothache, his only thoughts were of returning home as expeditiously as possible and consequently played the poorest Draughts of his life. Seeing his plight and deterioration in health the manager of the hotel at which Ron King was cordially treated in the lap of luxury took pity upon the octogenarian and insisted he stay at his hotel free of charge.
With literally only weeks to live, in chronically poor health, and suffering great pain, the man who won nearly thirty major championships attempted to win the Droitwich Open. After only a few sessions, however, he was forced to withdraw from the event, but not before winning his final game with a classical touch so typical of his wonderful crossboard ability.
William "Bill" Edwards died very peacefully at Prince Charles Hospital, Merthyr Tidfil, Mid-Glamorgan, during the early hours of Thursday, 23rd July, 1998. Only hours before his passing he asked me if I knew how the British Open at Stonehaven was progressing; an indisputable testimony to his deep love for the game of Draughts.
Pat McCarthy was to later write to me saying "Your father's play had a touch of genius about it." Coming from a player whom my father regarded as a "phenomenal crossboard play" this was a moving eulogy indeed.