Chris Trembath

Two years ago I planted a white camellia. On the morning I received the phone call saying that Wycliffe had died I went into my garden and found the first flower had bloomed in all its beauty.

Wycliffe had such a keen eye for beauty. It is there in your home, in his work – right down its last door handle – and in his empathy and care for the underprivileged, handicapped members of our society. He created accessibility for them with practical, beautiful building.

Each year when my white camellia flowers I shall think of Wycliffe – and the difference he gave to so many lives.

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