Of the people we first met when we moved to the village, Hanningfield Bill was one of our favourites. He didn't live here (hence our nickname, there are a number of Bills!) but loved the village and the pub and drank in there a number of times a week. He loved the chair at the end of the bar, our Megs, my lemon curd, talking about dogs and promising to steal me away to his villa in Marbella... he was (is) a true gent and made us feel truly welcome here.
He very sadly passed away last week and was laid to rest today, in the presence of over 200 close family and friends. He is much missed and loved.