So what's in a name? Every name has a story, even this one, although not a terribly interesting one perhaps...
While surfing at St. Ives bay in Cornwall one easter, Richard picked up the remains of a small, children's plastic spade,
missing the shovel section and proceeded to play with it. This seemed to annoy his travelling companion intensly, so,
like a red rag to a bull, this little red stick remained by Richard's side throughout the remainder of the holiday, on walks
by the sea, in museums and even in resturants.
Having had his fun, Richard ceremoniously threw away the little red stick at St. Michael's Mount on the
homeward bound journey. And this, as they say, is how RedStick got their name.