Wonderful thread. I knew Patric Dickinson well. He was poetry editor for the BBC and I made quite a few programmes with him in my BBC days. His knowledge of poetry was phenomenal and he wrote the most beautiful scripts. His daughter, Ginny, married a school friend of mine, so we still have a connection although Patric died in 1994. His widow, Sheila, continued to live in their lovely old house in Rye until she died earlier this year. When Patric was alive he used to host 'Putter Parties' for his old golfing chums when they came to Rye annually for the President's Putter. Patric had long since given up golf - he got the yips and threw the clubs in the attic - but I remember writing to him to say how much I had enjoyed a day's golf at Royal Worlington. He replied, nostalgically, informing me in the process that he had never been worse than 79 in the many dozens of rounds he had played there in his Cambridge days. That put me in my place!