KEITH PITMAN

Keith was an articulate and fascinating man. He loved history, literature and discussing everything and anything. He could strip a rifle, tickle a trout from a brook where no one else could, build a house, heel any dog and perform remarkable feats of practical dexterity. He waged constant war on the moles that dug up his garden. He'd sit perched by his kitchen window for hours, sipping tea, waiting for molesign — his sharp eyes scanning the lawn. Keith spent his first 50 years labouring in Africa and Germany, but became a more temperate man in later life. He chuckled deeply at these photographic portraits of him.