I always remember him wearing his blue suede shoes on Christmas Day when we met up for drinks. He often wore a red woolly hat too, though not at the same time.

David was a brilliant portrait photographer, unbelievably patient with kids who blinked and fidgeted, but he always ended up with a brilliant shot. We have many of them.

David was my neighbour and we ofte gossiped over the garden wall. Until 9th April, 2002 when he fell and died while moutain walking in the Snowdonia National Park.

David was the most safety conscious person you could meet, insisting that kids wore cycle helmets and seat belts before it became compulsory.

So it’s a cruel irony of fate that we should lose him this way, aged 44.