Back in 2005, myself & Kevin Battersby had a discussion with Tom about preserving for posterity his photograph collection - which he’d mentioned a few times were in shoe boxes, etc. in no particular order. After a few phone calls to arrange a meet-up at Tom’s house, we finally made it up to Ribchester to have a look at what he had. I’m not kidding - it was a treasure trove of wagon nostalgia - and every picture had a story. We set-about arranging to get all the pictures Tom picked out scanned and saved to CDs, with a promise from Tom that he’d make a start on the next batch. Myself & Kevin left that night with the back seat of my Astra holding boxes and albums of photographs - the like of which we’d never seen.
Over the next couple of weeks, I made a start at scanning each image, repairing & cleaning them up where it was needed. It was scary in places - removing photographs which had been in albums for Lord knows how long. I was managing to do around 30-40 each evening and eventually got through the first batch, so I called Tom to let him know. “When are you coming for the next lot?” was his first question, so off I went again to Ribchester - returning one lot, and bringing another pile home again. The next day, my wife’s face was a picture when she saw what was sat on the kitchen table. I set about these in much the same way, and when I called Tom again, he said “I’ve found some more & I’m in Southport tomorrow, so I’ll stop by and stick them through your door, will that be OK?” Will that be OK? I thought - I’ve got him carting his own loads - how does it get better!?!
Eventually, all the pictures Tom had looked through and recognised as being of note had been scanned, and I got them on CDs and handed them over to him. I showed him how to scan as well as cut & crop them on his computer and all went well until we had an argument about using the F12 button on the keyboard to save the cropped images. I said “everyone’s favourite Volvo” to get him to remember which key - to which he initially said there was no favourite Volvo in his house - then he said “hold on a minute” and went to a drawer and found some colour pictures of the F7s he bought from Bowkers, so we had to have a rethink…
While all this was going on, the Long Haul Club had come into being, and I mentioned to Tom that (in much the same way the Bowker archive had spawned a fantastic slideshow - which Tom had been to see, along with a packed house) his own archive would be as - if not more interesting to a lot of people. We discussed the merits of doing a show for the Long Haul Club and I told Tom that if he wanted to do it, he needed to spend a bit of time going through the CDs I’d given him to select around 100 pictures. By this time, I was in no doubt that he would have stories for each, if not every one - so I was happy that he’d not have to do any ‘swotting-up’. There were nearly 1000 pictures on those CDs, and to my surprise Tom started ADDING to the archive with more, which he said were important to the story of Ridings. I was getting almost daily emails as these pictures kept surfacing. We eventually got a running order sorted-out, I did a bit of mucking about with the presentation and we set the date for the show.
To be honest, after the Bowker show - which had been held at The Mill at Croston a couple of years previously, and was packed to the rafters (folk stood up at the back, down the sides, sharing chairs, etc.) I didn’t really know what to expect. The room at Fence was bigger, but in previous visits I’d never seen it full. Come the evening of the event, I got the projector, screen, computer, microphone & speaker working - then folk started turning up. And then more came, then more - they KEPT coming. I was at the front on the computer and the room behind me was PACKED. Given that Preston North End were playing at home that afternoon, Tom was a little late in arriving, but just strolled to the front of the hall, we killed the lights and he set to it in typical fashion. Every single picture got the Tom Riding treatment. He knew every single last detail, about every wagon, trailer, tyre sizes, spring ratings, paint colours - the absolute lot. Every single question from the audience (to a man, agog in almost silence) was answered without a single hesitation. It was a very special evening with a legend of the UK road haulage industry.
I met up with Tom a few more times afterwards - he joined the Long Haul Club and continued with his membership long after I ceased my involvement - I can remember sitting with him at an excellent slideshow in Burscough in 2015 on Hagues Transport, which was hosted by David Rimmer and he (and Martin Wainwright, Tom’s longtime friend) badgered me to rejoin. He still wouldn’t have an F12 as his favourite Volvo though…
It’s to Paul’s credit that Tom’s archive has become accessible to the public on the website he’s created and continued to work on with Tom to keep updated. I must admit, I hadn’t realy understood what I’d taken-on when I came home with that first pile of pictures all those years ago, but if Kevin Battersby hadn’t had the original idea to approach Tom with a suggestion of getting his pictures digitally archived, I don’t suppose any of us would’ve ever seen all those marvellous images Tom had taken to the trouble to capture and save. For that, I have to express an eternal debt of gratitude to Kevin.
I’m really saddened by Tom’s passing. I looked through some of his pictures only a few days ago, and there was one from the late sixties of a group of hauliers congregated at an RTITB event. There was Tom, along with the likes of youthful looking Bill & Ken Bowker and I suppose Tom stood in that group in much the same way as he led his life. On the front foot in everything he did, stood proud and ramrod straight.
Rest in peace Tom, it was a great pleasure to have met & shared time with you.