What can you say about the life of a man and your part in it? And it would be easy to dwell upon that which is lost and will continue to be so and if not easy, then understandable. But beyond the limitations of one’s own memory, the previous prevails. Sun-bleached summers spent in your company, run on, unseen, unending, somewhere out-of-time and all I have to do is close my eyes and I’m there, in amongst so much that fills the heart. John Lockley / 07/06/1944 → 05/08/2022