I was out walking on the Outer Circle Railway track in Kew/Balwyn/Canterbury on Saturday morning when a tall and very upright man in a black tracksuit passed me going the other was. I didn’t really notice him until we were almost level, but when I did I immediately thought I recognised Neale Daniher. I stopped when he had passed me and watched him: very upright as I said, but he was not walking very quickly and there was something slightly uncontrolled about his arms, which were hanging quite limp. On my way back I passed him again coming the other way and it was definitely Neale Daniher.
I have to say he didn’t look happy. That may be a result of the disease destroying control of the muscles of his face, but he looked sad.