John Weston — 13 May 2024

Wells was one of the many pillars of the very happy times that were my school days. In those days we called him "Button". I can still remember his indecipherable charade of "war/bur/ton to his English teacher and bewildered classmates, completely derailed by his own uncontrollable laughter. I remember his early artistic prowess and his sporting exploits. I well remember his ongoing disappointment with me as a batting partner on sports days, 'Stop trying to hit the ball".It could be thirty years since we've spoken, but I think of him every time I sign my name, because in our last years at high school he created a signature for me (and others) which is mine to this day. I am very glad he had a good life and unsurprised by the affection with which he is held by those who were fortunate enough to know him as he became the man that was the the boy I knew.