Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I think I'm in that crazy time where I believe that if I can put up enough pictures of him, he will not really be gone.
He's the fellow on the far left. He is SMILING. No one smiles when going over steeplechase fences at thirty miles an hour. Looking at that picture, taken some time in the early sixties, I think: he was almost certainly up dancing the night before. So the smile is because he is getting away with it.
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