When I chatted to him in my late teens, on occasion, he did not seem to be just 7 years older than me. I would have said at least 20+.
I think I can also recall him shooting at Normanby from time to time when I was even younger.
Probably just me. My ageing brain cell gradually fading away.
My Dad knew him quite well and thought him a decent bloke.
I also remember helping to clear a Dutch barn of rats on land that he controlled. (We killed 80.) But that doesn’t help much – he wasn’t there at the time.
