On Thursday I walked in the Undercliff, the area of wilderness and unstable geology which stretches six or so miles westwards from Lyme.
As I walked I remembered walking here for the first time in 2002, soon after I had walked over the ridges and beaches of Reunion Island. Walking through the English wood I remembered feeling that John’s love of nature was my love of nature, and that that love and that relationship would be, as it had been for him, a deep lifeline.
