Michael Hebditch was a real West Country farmer - maybe one of a dying breed - from a very well-known local family; people who counted. My father preached regularly at Winsham Congregational church (as it then was) in the 1960s and 1970s. Michael was the organist. Following the afternoon service Dad, my mother and I repaired to Street Farm and sat down with the nine strong Hebditch family and ate a hearty Somerset tea prepared by Mary. We always felt part of the family and Michael never failed to take great interest in me and where I was going (which was then not very far and not very fast). When sad events happened later my father gave pastoral care to the family: so, we felt a very real bond with them all. With his passing I think of Thomas Hardy’s character Giles Winterborne of whom Hardy wrote “I never can forget ‘ee; for you was a good man, and did good things.”