Two years and a day ago, around 200 people gathered in person on a blazing hot day at Kensal Green cemetery (with more attending online) to say farewell to my father, Michael Horovitz.

Below is the text of what I said on the day…

Diana Lodge’s voice is one of the beautiful memories from my childhood, and I have long wanted to be reminded of it. Diana was a dear friend of my mother’s. They met in the Black Mountains in the late 1960s, up at Capel y Ffin

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