Mark.

Funeral of a friend. Mark has been laid alongside his father (Dennis) at Saint Chad's here in Far Headingley. A lovely service on a beautiful spring day. It's getting greener along the byways and thoroughfares.

Here is another end and also a beginning. A lot of people have turned up to wish him a safe journey onwards. Glenn played his heart out on the guitar: one a Sting composition Fragile and the last his own in remembrance.

Now the bar in the Church function hall is open. And everyone comes to partake.

Mark has been put under an oak tree, away from Chartreuse, the east end of the church, but he's in Garmisch drinking Asbach and eating Weisse Wurst if the truth is known...