I also Roger.
The funeral was very well attended, with a huge representation from the industry; many travelling the length or breadth of the country to pay their respects. Wonderful readings and memories were shared by Craig, Jules and Sam's mum, and many stayed on for a bite to eat and a pint afterwards. It was great to be re-acquainted with old friends I hadn't seen for a long time - a positive point from a sad day. Sam would've been 40 on 2nd feb, same birthday as my sister. I'm never likely to forget it.
I was undertaking some aerial inspections on mature beech trees today. I was using the new fly Sam had bought and wanted to exchange to try the Blaze. I was happy to oblige. There aren't many I trust enough to use their gear. As I stuffed away the rope, the tail end came into my hand and I looked at the bold marking under the shrink wrap - SR01 - abbreviation of 'Simon Robinson No.1'.
Says it all really.
For me, arboriculture is a true vocation; food for the body, mind and soul. From what Mrs Robinson told us about him, Sam loved nature since he was young. I believe, that by choosing a career that nourished that passion and interest, he was lucky enough to be successful in earning a living by doing what came naturally to him, right 'till the end. His competition victories in that respect, were cherries on the cake. From this perspective, I feel there is much to rejoice about.
After all, none of us are immortal. The trouble is, we think we have time...