Just got back from Witley Court where I sat on the CTW memorial bench and remembered the great man himself. We were the only ones there. It had snowed for most of the day on Thursday so everywhere was white and silent. It was so beautiful.
But....
We went to Witley baroque church and chatted to an elderly gentleman who was cleaning and maintaining the wonderful baroque church along with his wife and another lady. I mentioned the bench and he asked me who CTW was and then started to tell me how a Clifford Ward came his surgery one day many years ago and he diagnosed MS. He remembered Clifford as a very quiet, shy gentleman who would only say that he was a musician. He remembered sending him on to a more qualified consultant and had always wondered what had happened to him. He genuinely seemed quite upset with himself that he had never followed up on him but had always remembered the name.
What a small world it is.