To a schoolboy in London with an emerging obsession with birds, the name H. P. Medhurst was god-like. He was bird recorder for the London Natural History Society when I first submitted records, in the late 1950s, and I can remember eagerly awaiting the arrival of the London Bird Report to see which of my offerings had been included.
I first met Howard on a crisp September morning in 1
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