16/09/2026
Harry, I’m not really sure how to even start writing this. My heart goes out to Lily, your family and all of your friends who loved you so much.
I met you at my first Ambersham party after I moved to Cowdray. You came up, asked if I was “the girl from Oswald”, and then told me you’d seen a fair few Oswald caps around Midhurst and wanted to know what you had to do to get your hands on one, as you’d clearly missed handout day. You then proceeded to list your entire polo CV as your pitch. Quite a lot of effort for one cap, when a drink would have sufficed.
In the end, you went slightly above and beyond to get your hands on some merch, offering to “waive your pro fee” for a tournament in exchange for your pick of some Oswald stash. I’m pretty sure Boyd had already roped you in anyway, but it was a good bit of negotiating. I’ve genuinely never seen anyone so enthusiastic about a quarter zip!
The photos of you and Boyd from that tournament then ended up being stolen and used by a random polo company in Pakistan. Clearly they saw star potential!
Harry, you were truly the kindest and one of the warmest people I met in Cowdray. A genuinely lovely person who always made an effort, would always come over for a chat and was always there to give advice, whether that was about young horses or polo in general. You were someone I always looked forward to seeing, probably more often at the White Horse than at Cowdray, which we both seemed to frequent quite a lot!
I can’t believe I’m writing this.
I feel incredibly lucky to have known you, Harry. You’ll be so very missed 🤍
- Jess, Oswald
