Well one of my fave memories of all time is going with chris ben and martin to watch the open almost 20 years ago. Upon getting to the open we began to unpack the car looking for our coats only to find that bens clothes hadnt been packed. A call back to croft end confirmed what we had expected bens suitcase was at the top of the stairs. 4 hours away from bens waterproofs began a day of the most torrential rain on record. After splitting up for a few hours chris and i spotted 2 rather wet men trudging towards us. It was martin with a drowned rat ben tucked under his wing. Ever the protective and caring dad. A true gent martin