He was an unfailingly lovely bloke; it was always a joy to find his ever-beaming face on the occasions (sadly none recent) that I ventured up north. Chapeau Rob, you made the good times the best times.
Christ that was a beautifully written piece. You’ve really captured the love and friendship in those words and even though I’ve never heard or met Rob before I feel like I somehow knew him.
RIP to what sounded like a really lovely person.
bloody hell. hell of a set of words Chipps. Rob was one of those guys I ‘knew’ in the scene without actually having met – a bit like good number of the posters above. It’s a gift to have no-one have a bad word to say about you, even when you’re very much alive. Rob was one of those.
Ah that’s a bugger, if not unexpected. Met Rob a few times and he was such good company. Funny and wise with no obvious ego. I vaguely remember one night somewhere in a Northern Barn him indulging my drunken ramblings with nothing more than a slightly raised eyebrow 🙂
I’m deeply saddened by the news, although he and we knew it was coming.
In April there was a thread (Merlinman of the Parish) where many of his friends were able to share their memories of Robin and it was gratifying to know that he read them, and was left in no doubt of the affection that we all held for him.