When my close friend Christopher died in this tragic accident, I was reticent to go to his funeral, because I was 9 years old and didn’t comprehend what that was — and what was expected to be there. Later, I know I should have gone, because he meant so much to me as a friend. And - I have carried that in my mind for all these years, and promised him I would find out and come to his place. Only until Harriet’s podcast and Graham’s collaborations and this website, I was finally able to know where he was buried. Berkswell is the most beautiful village and parish Church. I was finally able to make the journey after all these years and find his resting place. RIP+
