Elwyn was a gentle giant, a lovely soul with a mischievous sense of humour and a twinkle in his eye. He loved playing the piano, and whenever he played, you got plugged in to how he was feeling. I always enjoyed hearing him playing Mozart, and liked finding out the next pieces he was planning to learn, methodically. His dedication to mastering new concepts, new pieces, new subjects was really inspiring, and you always had the sense that he was progressing and moving forwards. Elwyn was a genuinely sociable person, always interested in how you were doing. I only ever saw him in a positive frame of mind, even when his health was suffering. I loved speaking ‘pigeon French’ with Elwyn, making terrible Frenglish translations of words we didn’t know. I loved seeing Elwyn’s delight at a slice of cake in a cafe. The fact that Elwyn lived such an apparently happy life was due in large part to the amazing support of his parents, Madeleine and Howell, whose daily love and attention allowed Elwyn to live independently on his own. Elwyn, I’ll miss you a lot.