Seb Pitman

As the son of one of St James’ St leading muggs, I have some very fond memories of sitting around the office and all the fine people there, not least (and sometimes most) Mr W and I was saddened to hear of his passing. I know that my father would’ve written at great length of the wonderful qualities and professionalism his good friend offered and it would be rather remiss of me to fill that void. They’re gassing now in any case.

Ruth and Seb send their love and thoughts…

Pit Jr.