It would be amiss at this time of remembrance not to recognise the man who left us in June this year, and my thoughts are with Cheryl and the family.
I’ve been looking through my own photos from the year, nearly 8,000 of them on this blog, and realising how they pale compared to the legacy Richard left us with.
Look at this classic from a Sam Smiths pub near Leeds.
Or perhaps not.
I always thought Richard was a bit blatant with his big posh camera, though mine and Simon’s surreptitious snapping is probably cheekier.
In 2019 he left us with a rich picture of pubs in China, Malta, Germany and Rugby, among others, and I’m glad his blog is a tribute to his skills.
Far too many with me in, the little sod, but here’s a nice one from the St Albans trip just over a year ago.
Never mind those photos he left us, he always left us with a smile. Irreplaceable.