My dear friend Robin ap Cynan, formidable fighter for the good of the profession and the community it serves, has died.

For so long, an original thinker and receptacle of immense experience-based knowledge, he had been our sheet anchor and quiet, telling advocate of what was right, non-negotiable, simple and yet often the very reverse of easy. More than that: he was unfailingly courteous, collegiate and kind.

I run out of digits in my tally of those times he had been solicitous and supportive towards me.

And what a hinterland. He and I mused over an interpretation of David of the White Rock, he in Welsh, I in English. He had insisted on the harp. Sadly not to be.

Sing on, Robin; if we listen very carefully, perhaps we may hear you.

Malcolm Fowler, Tipton