I have a chat with the vicar – he’s a nice chap, proud of his church, but slightly worn down by the perpetual slog of having to run the place. It transpires that he went to the Art College just round the corner in the 1960s, and then went to London to study architecture. He was friends with John Riches, who was my first-year tutor when I was at the College in the late 80s, and when John died suddenly, he ended up leading the service at John’s funeral.
He was a funny old bugger, John. We both liked him a lot.