List of Minor Emmerdale Characters (2006) - Peter Birch

Peter Birch
Emmerdale character
Portrayed by Philip Bird
Introduced by Kathleen Beedles (2006)
Anita Turner (2008)
Duration 2006, 2008
First appearance 13 October 2006
Last appearance 3 November 2008
Classification Former; recurring
Profile
Date of birth 17 May
Family
Father Joe Scarlet
Mother Lily Butterfield
Daughters Eve Jenson
Aunts Edna Birch

Peter Birch is Lily Butterfield's son. He appeared in 2006 and 2008.

For most of his life in believed he was the son of Edna Birch. However, in October 2006 he learns that Edna is his aunt and his mother is Lily Butterfield. When he was born, Lily was single and incapable of taking care of him so Edna and her husband Harold brought him up. Edna is forced to tell him the truth when she is blackmailed by Tom King. Peter takes this very badly and has no contact with Edna afterwards.

In September 2008, Peter reappears to secretly see Lily - without Edna's knowledge. He tells Lily that he is badly in debt, but Lily is unable to help. However, weeks later she and her colleagues win a car worth £15,000. Her offers Peter her share, £3000, but he makes her feel guilty and reluctantly gives Peter the ticket so he can claim the full £15,000. The missing ticket is soon noticed, and eventually Lily confesses to Edna what happened. Edna then asks Peter to return the money, but he refuses, so Edna takes the money out of her own savings so Lily can pay her colleagues back. She does not tell Lily that the money was hers, not Peter's - although she does not later find out.

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