Unless you remember my siggis from a while back, it's unlikely you'll know the name of Tom Green.  Perhaps it's for that reason that I feel that his recent death should not go unmentioned.

Tom was a writer with his own unique style.  His talents were often applied to poetry, much of which was included in a slim volume called "Hounderel" (think about it   ).  He wrote "Brambles and bloody barbed wire" for the Albany, which I have been known to recite on occasions.

Tom was also an artist, and three of his paintings hang in our lounge.  He also produced a series of six prints showing events from a day's hunting, and a map of the Albany's country, and of England, showing the location of invitation meets.

We met Tom and his wife Pat when we first started following the Albany, and it was he who first encouraged me to carry a whip, so thanks Tom, for giving me the most enjoyable times of my life.  Later in life, Tom and Pat did sterling work for Basset Welfare.

Above all, Tom was a true gentleman, and I'm sure he will be much missed.

No it wasn't.  Pat died a while ago and Tom's not been out with the pack for a good few years.