ABSTRACT
Indeed the grave does not hold Ted. The richness of his life, the sum of his achievements, the love and devotion of his family and friends, the recollection of a thousand memories, help to bridge a void that seemed unbridgeable when he died. He was a very singular person, loyal, true, energetic, charismatic and with a deep and sincere love of humanity. He enriched the lives of those who knew him by virtue of his generosity of spirit and the quality of his intelligence. I must speak personally about him because we shared the same roots, the same time and the same values. I was proud to be his friend and to enjoy an intimacy born out of endless conversations on a myriad of topics… It might be the family, a current project, the state of cricket, the theatre, education, D’Arcy Thompson, building physics, an obscure painter, catanaccio, building control in Hutton le Hole, Feng Shui or Alan Bennett. To all of them he brought a bubbling enthusiasm for life and all that it contained and it is this endless and insatiable curiosity, analysis and perceptive insight that I miss most.
