On the train ride back to London, I realised that I neglected to sign the attendance book. The flow of traffic exiting St. Margaret’s church in quiet Topsham after a briefer than expected send off for my Great Uncle Pip and my assumption that another chance would arise to mark my name and presence down on this day in our family history, both contributed to my oversight. For only having met him once in 1999, I had an extremely privileged seat in the second pew between Ben and Bill Craster.