I learned the other day that a very old friend, Arnold Lancaster, was one of the victims of the dreadful events at Stepping Hill Hospital in Stockport.
Arnold Lancaster was a photographer on the Stockport Express newspaper in the 1960s when I started there as a 15 year old tea-brewer and photographic printer.
I remember him as a lovely, happy bloke. A gentleman. He was one of the people who helped me learn my craft. All my memories of Arnold are happy ones. For instance, it was Arnold who helped develop my love of classical music – and beer. Bless him, Arnold used to sneak my into the pub for a half of mild ale well before I was legally entitled to drink.
The photograph below shows Arnold and me with the group of staff photographers at the Stockport Express. I don’t doubt I must have brewed that cup of tea.
Sadly, I completely lost touch with Arnold over the years – I know he spent some time working in Australia and that he returned to Stockport and worked again for a time at the Stockport Express.
To hear of a lost contact in such tragic circumstances is terribly sad. I do not know if Arnold had family, but if he did, I send my condolences.