Clare Gaylard Glass 

Our good friend is one hundred years old today, that's a fairytale, historical, more-than-biblical sort of age. He loves animals and when his dearly loved dog died, he decided not to get another in case it outlived him. Some twenty-five years later we first got to know him as the kind gentleman who always has dog biscuits in his pocket. I'm pretty sure his particular friendship kept our small dog alive throught the trauma of losing a leg.

Lived through two world wars, served in the second, still independent, honourable, generous and aiming to make sense of his life. We salute you Mr Riches!