I catch my breath at this time of year when I notice the chill in the air and realise that we are heading for Autumn. The Canadian geese gather on Looe island at this time of year and they fly over a couple of times a day in their familiar vee formation honking their way across the bay.

“Does it get any better?” is a good question. The answer, for me, is that, yes, the trauma gets better and with the right approaches can be resolved but when it comes to the loss and grief, my answer is a complicated, “No, but yes, to some extent.”

I knew exactly what I wanted for my dad - British racing green. He was fanatical about cars and used to race them as a younger man. We played the theme from the grand prix, The Chain, at his funeral (loudly) and it felt as if he was going off for his final drive in his coffin.