Don't know, if it was him he must be in his late 60s now... Used to have a full beard. When he worked at YEB they took delivery of a new 206B when they still had problems with 'max' everything. I remember him landing at a show we were doing and Dick giving it the once over. There were all sorts of warning labels stuck on the dials with temporary restrictions on them. Bob let Dick take it up to give it the once over, sitting in the back I do remember Dick pulling more power, higher temps etc than the restrictions allowed, then saying it was not as fast as G-BBFE.
It was interesting flying in two totally different spec 206A's. G-AYMX was ex Christian Sylvasen and had full VIP pack, leather seats, heater, fancy intercom, electric drain valve, rotor brake, flares, particle separator, ashtrays etc etc. G-BBFE had no extras, crap seats, basic instrumentation, not even demisters, but it went like the clappers.
Other Dick memories was him doing pleasure flights with one of the fuel pumps switched off so that the amber warning light was on. It always used to get a question from a nervous flyer.... How he used to tap that fuel gauge. I was under instructions to load any 'busty' women in the front (or middle seat in the 269s) or he used to give me the thumbsdown on takeoff. Just for a laugh on some weekends he would wear his ex-Army bonedome with darkened visor - 25 years before The Stig!!
Incidentally Wally used to spy on his own pilots, he never realised that we had cottoned on to him putting a fuse in parallel with the circuit breaker for the hours meter. I could get my hand round the back and take the fuse out so we could stop the meter running for a little pleasure flying of our own.
Final memory - Dick used to live in Ripon and drive down the A1 to Whinmoor each day. One morning we had an aerial photography job and Dick was late (no mobile phones in those days!). We were looking out of the first floor ops room and saw this person walking across the frosty fields from the York Road. As he came into view we realised it was Dick, he had skidded off the road and hit a tree writing his Ford Cortina off. It didn't stop him doing the job though.
How tight was Wally? Well he used to turn off the exterior lights on the hangar if we hadn't got back to base by the original eta. No GPS, beacons or remote on/off lights in those days, I was pretty good at navigating along the Ring Road at night..... Those rolling maps were useless.
We did a show in Glasgow and stayed overnight in the Esso Erskine Hotel by the bridge. We landed on the lawn in front of the bar restaurant and some people came out to take photos, '50p per shot' was his request. The next day he paid the hotel bill for four of us in loose change that were the takings from the previous days pleasure flights.
He never cottoned on that I used to fill up my Mini Cooper with AVGAS. When we were doing local shows with a 269 I used to drive over in an Escort van with 10 Army jerrycans in the back, if it was a bad day I would bring most of it back, he never missed the odd few gallons.
Happy Days