Harry

The weekend before we left, Harry got a little drunk at our flat and started repeating that he was worried we would go away and find someone better. He ignored our replies that he was quite unique, and couldn't be replaced, but he insisted on giving us a photo of himself to carry around the world so he wouldn't be forgotten.
We were right, we haven't found anyone quite like him yet, and we do miss him alot, so on occasion we get his photo out and pretend he is there.
In the pub by the fire:

Having a drink:

On the ski slopes:


P.S Some of the shots are quite dark, so I apologise if Harry looks creepy in the first photo, and black in the last.