It was a very happy, fitting, and spiritual funeral, despite the shock of his suicide, but I think we were colder than he was to be honest.
Bloke was 97, a brilliant mind and a pin sharp eco thinker, scientist and writer on the energy challenges we face. He didn’t want to decline into dementia and lose his dignity in a care home with all the fuss and burden, so took his life. Only afterwards did we find out he’d booked the plot and planted a Wild Cherry next to it. With his own hands no less, and the help of a friend. He was still walking the cliff paths and moors at the age of 95.