He had a little scooter. I used to ride on the back to the badminton courts. One time, coming down King's Parade, we went into a skid and nearly crashed.
After ordination he and his wife moved to Bristol. My wife and I visited them there. We went round the SS Great Britain- only recently returned from the Falklands- in a foursome and he reproved me for drinking scrumpy. Then he went to New Zealand and we lost touch. He spent most of his adult life labouring at a theological magnum opus that is going to be published posthumously.
He was 63.