I went to see Bob today for the first time in a long time, and everything is just as it was 13 years ago, when I first came to work for you!!! You have been such a big influence in my work with horses and someone that I greatly respect. I can honestly say that I feel privileged, not only have known you, but to have worked with your beautiful horses and shared some of your vast knowledge.

Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and very dear.

Although we marched to Parliament, near half a million strong, The government didn’t listen, and surely that is wrong? We only asked for freedom, to hear the stirring sounds, The huntsman’s cheer, the mellow horn, the music of the hounds… .. So all you honest hunting folk, who love our ancient sport, Be ready to defend it from abuse, and false report, Even though they dig our bones, from consecrated grounds, Make sure they never stop the music, of a single hound. .. And when we go to heaven, as all true sportsmen do, There’ll be a pack of foxhounds, and a pack of beagles too, St Peter will be good enough, to pause upon his rounds, And listen for a moment to…the music of the hounds.