Ach, Preben, it is eight years too late, that I remember your name. That and your character were mentioned many a time by my late husband Alan Bramley, then of Partridge of Redditch. I think, he visited you a number of times and enjoyed keeping in touch with you. And now, 11 years after Alan passed away, I find myself back in Germany for a lot of my time, very near the border to Denmark with its lovely small trout streams where Alan would give Jim Nice's flies a good swim whenever we visited my former homepatch here in Nordfriesland.
My thoughts were turning to that wee 6ft splitcane 'Evening Rise' , crafted by Tom Moran in the eighties, and still lying here virginal in its beautiful Danish Palisander wood case, waiting like Sleeping Beauty, to be awakened with a magic touch to the flyfisher's rythmical swing. "I would like you to present me with a short splitcane flyrod for our wedding, so that when I'm sixty and you are no longer any serious competition, I can take up flyfishing". So there it lay on our bed on the morning of our wedding.

Well, soon I'll be 54, and it seems about time I started to search out those wee streams so loved by Alan again.
But who can teach me now to cast and tie flies? So Preben came suddenly to mind and I dived into the internet only to find that he also had passed on. May he continue to enjoy dabbling his flies in the eternal heavenly river and remain as young at heart as he evidently was in real life...
And I, for the rest of my life, can be sorry that I never met you, whose wit and character shone through even just in Alan's talking about you.

Preben, miss you so much, tight lines in haven, see you then