In the New Year of 2011 David knew he was seriously ill. His journal entry for January 23rd suggested he was already anticipating the worst. It began simply, “What I wish to happen to my stuff…” which was followed by roughly jotted notes that would later be formalised in his will. The tone of the entry was almost casually practical, as if a matter to be got quickly out of the way before David once again turned his attention to his work – into which he threw himself with more vigour and creativity than ever before.

“This is what I love doing . . . I’ve only got a limited time”
David White