On the day after some major bomb outrage in London I met Patrick on Settle Station. I expressed surprise that he was in Settle. He grinned from ear to ear and told me that he had given up journalism and, for a complete change, had become a South West Trains driver, in and out of Waterloo.
Very soon after we bought the water tower Patrick climbed the hairy scary ladder to inspect the project. He turned to me and said "This should add years to your life expectancy, you know." How poignant.
A modest man, he never told me his claim to fame. Only when I read his Guardian obituary did I discover that he was the journalist who asked the hapless railway manager what had gone wrong with the trains that day. It was Patrick who had the privilege of reporting to the World that it was "The wrong sort of snow"!