Much as it has taken more than three decades to internalise what Willy meant when he accused me of being a “pseudo anti-intellectual”, so Colin’s influence as Master on a generation of Jesuans has been a slow burn. In truth, at the time, most of us - shamefully - had no idea of his academic history and preeminence as an archaeologist. However, from observation of the steady procession of Conservative Cabinet members who he hosted in the Jesus bar, it was obvious that he could have been Prime Minister had he made different choices as a younger man. And relative to the reality in the late 80s, our gain was the country’s loss. As “Captain of Boats” I was astonished and grateful for his active support of our latest quixotic quest to regain the long past glories of the JCBC. His enthusiastic bicycling in the peleton on the muddy tow-path and stirring words were inspiring, just as the sparkle in his eyes and the hint of irony never far from the surface were a lesson that in the end was worth far more than all the teachings of Steve Fairbairn. Like many of our generation, it’s impossible to think of Colin without also recalling Jane’s generosity, wisdom and kindness. Her advice when struggling to draft my PhD thesis - “some days it’s best just to draw tables and graphs” - has served me well and enjoyed frequent repetition. A remarkable man, a warm and remarkable couple, and the best possible examples of lives well lived.