Private Life
In 1934, Gittings married Katherine Edith Cambell, a Cambridge contemporary who had been at Girton College and was known as Kay, and they had two sons, called Robert and John, together, but this marriage ended in divorce. In 1949, he married secondly Joan Greville Manton, called Jo, who was a BBC colleague and also a biographer. They had one daughter. He had four great-grandsons, Robert, Oliver, Henry and Harry, and two great-granddaughters, Lucy and Sarah.
A tall man, Gittings had a high forehead and bald head, a warm personality and fine sense of humour. He played several sports, including cricket, squash, real tennis, and golf, and was still playing cricket in his seventies.
He died at Chichester on 18 February 1992, and was cremated.
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