He was a bully boy at the Mirror all this making out his Saint Hood.Him and his buddies in the Darkroom bullied Tape Room boys shame on him long ago but neverv forgotte,

He was a bully boy at the Mirror all this making out his Saint Hood.Him and his buddies in the Darkroom bullied Tape Room boys shame on him long ago but neverv forgotte,

Just want to send my deepest sympathies to the whole family. Uncle Ash was larger than life,such an inspiration to me in my teen years. I got my interest in photography from him. I am so very sad. He really lived his life,in every sense. I am sorry I wasn't a better nephew. Rob x

hi im looking for my family tree my nan very ashwood is looking for her family ashley ashwood we think was my cousin she knew eileene and oree ashwood if u could help by giving us any information my email address is toddsadie@live.com vera ashwood know ashley when he was a child many thanks

One of my best memories of Ashley was at Dick's Last Resort in Dallas, TX. He was on some photo trip with BCal that landed in Dallas where my husband and I lived so we suggested Dick's as a place to meet for dinner (along with about 10 or so of the British crew). Ashley was VERY fond of Texas barbeque since the very first time my father introduced him to the Salt Lick in the Texas hill country. The Ashwoods' summer visits to our place in Fischer, Texas were the highlight of my father's last few years -- Daddy used to start saying in about February, "When are the English coming?" Well, that night at Dick's, Ashley was all the way at one end of the long table and Norris and I were at the other. There was a lot of noise and laughter, and Norris was hard-pressed to understand a word these Brits were saying. He just stared in awe at this world-traveled Englishman, Ashley, eating a rib with barbeque sauce literally from ear to ear on this face. At one point, Ashley took the rib bone and used it to wipe the sauce from his cheeks. Norris was 100% Texan as well as a Paris-trained French Chef. He took great pride in telling this story over and over again to pretentious foodies we'd meet. All those little memories of Ashley's zest for life will never be lost in my mind. I find them every now and then and they not only make me smile, but they become expert tour guides to many other good memories..........

Barbara, Lee, Ian, Isobel and Family It was a very sad moment for us when we heard the news of Ashley’s passing Ashley was a man full of life and good conversation. We first met Ash at Dalchreichart where we had both built houses around the same time. We have many fond memories of our time there, especially of visiting Ash and Barbara’s Highland setting on his 60th Birthday. He was so excited that he seemed oblivious to the ministrations of the demon midges (July being their favourite month too) whilst busy at the BBQ Ash brought a ray of light to Glen Moriston. We both moved on from our ‘Hielan Hames’ to separate parts of the UK and we were delighted to hear of Ash and Barb settling back in London When I took up digital photography there was no one who encouraged me more than Ash. We have therefore chosen an image of Torridon (for this website) in Ash’s memory Ash was so proud of his Grand Children Amelia and Carmen and frequently sent us photographs (taken with his magic touch) of these two beautiful children who clearly loved their Grandad. He spoke of his wonderful times with them We will really miss Ash. Our thoughts are with Barbara, Lee Ian and Isobel at this sad time Love Jim and Evelyn Hampson

Peter Marsh got it right. Ash really did have a lugubrious sense of humor. When I last saw Ash, I told him the story of a dreadful train trip I had taken the previous winter. 15 hours in a Soviet train, with not one second of sleep, primarily due to the blast furnace heating system that guaranteed a minimum temperature of 32 degrees and 90% humidity in our sauna-like coupes. The situation could not be remedied by opening our windows, since they were sealed shut. "British Rail have done the same thing here!" said Ash. "Really? That's news to me!" I replied, not realizing that I was being set up. "Oh yeah," said Ash. "They began sealing the windows because so many people were throwing themselves off the trains because of what Tony Blair has done to this country!" Thanks, Ash. Glad I could provide you with an opportunity for a great, impromptu joke.

Dear Ashwood family, myself, Mum and Eddie were all very surprised and saddened to hear about your loss. Ashley and I spoke for a bit at Ian and Issy's wedding, and it was obvious to me that he was a warm soul who loved his family unashamedly and full-heartedly. It was also good to see someone else other than Harry carrying around, and playing with, a bag load of photography equipment. And I guess, just like the photographic legacy he has left behind, his memory will be as enternal, clear and colourful, as those wonderful photo's he has left for us all.

I have known Ashley all of my life as we are cousins. His mother made my christening gown. His dad was my mother’s brother. His mother’s sister and family lived here in Melbourne and we knew them quite well. Ashley must have had a lot of patience as I recall that his photo that launched his career with the Daily Mirror was of a pigeon laying an egg and he waited patiently for hours for the egg to be laid. Ash as he was affectionately known visited my wife and I in Australia during a CHOGM meeting that the Queen opened here in Melbourne on a working holiday. He visited Western Australia where he was introduced to Billy tea, a tea that he really enjoyed. He loved making with our two sons damper bread in our back garden this was another taste that he really enjoyed. Whilst his visit was brief due to his working commitments we had a good time together. He took black and white photos of the family and myself at this time and over the time as letters turned to emails and film turned to digital cameras we have kept in touch on the net over the years. He asserted that if the Queens photographer can take pictures in digital so can I. On a few visits to England over the last four years I have managed to catch up with him either ay Badgers Oast or at Rotherhithe. I enjoyed meeting Babs, Lee and also Ian and Isobel’s children, Ashley’s grandchildren and when he took me there to see them he seemed to me to be very contented in the granddad role. I will relate to you my latest telephone call that I had with Ashley, as the time differences are a factor when making a call to England. I was looking at the clock to work out the time that it was England. The time differences change usually is when the clocks go back an hour in England the clocks go forward an hour in Australia. Not this year our clocks went forward an hour a month earlier this year. To cut things short before I could get to the phone it rings and on the line was Ashley. Very spooky! We will miss Ashley as a friend and a cousin.

Ashley was a dear friend of my wife's cousin, Irene Rahder. He visited us in Eureka Springs , Arkansas, some years ago, and iimmediately became a fanatic fisherman. He loved the natural beauty of our region, slept outside on the deck of our home, went fishing in the White River at every opportunity and continued to indulge his new pastime on a visit to our property on the Blanco River in Texas. I understood that on returning to England he bought a right to fish on one of the native rivers at considerably more expense than what it costs to fish in the U.S. My wife Virginia and I are very sorry that we will never again enjoy his friendship and enthusiasm. Bill & Virginia Voiers, Eureka Springs, AR, USA.

Ashley adored his two grandchildren, Amelia (3) and Carmen (1) and loved spending the day with them every Thursday. Ashley was always stoic of character but at the same time obviously loving and generous towards his granddaughters. Although they are too young to understand we have tried to explain that Granddad is a star in the sky now and we hope that we will be able to keep his memory alive for them as they grow up.