Bob has spent a lifetime doing good turns for people, under the radar, never making a big noise about it. For me it was when I was at university, with various elements of life going chaotically wrong. Somehow I always seemed to wind up at the Harris’s when they were heading out to dinner somewhere. Then when I was fully out of money and reduced selling my record collection, a passing conversation led to a summer job at Cambrian, which meant I could stay in Montreal. Written down like that, it doesn’t sound like much, but wow. It was huge.
Years later, Bob was visiting London, and Clare, Freddie (age 4 or so) and I were on a Thames cruise with Bob and the gang. At some stage, Freddie called Clare and me over and whispered, in tones of wonder and admiration, “BOB’S A DRAGON!”
Yes he is Freddie! The best kind of dragon.
Happy birthday from Kingsley, Clare, Fred and Harry.