Christine Stone.
Sitting here in Christine’s flat in Fort William, literally at the end of the path up Ben Nevis, seems to me to be a fitting place to write a tribute about our dear friend. A slightly down at heel place, in a small housing scheme, it seems a most unlikely last home for a Cambridge graduate, a highly influential educator and a recipient of the OBE. Yet somehow, it sums up all that Christine was and stood for.
The flat’s interior is sparse. The entire bathroom’s contents are a toothbrush, toothpaste, a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. Her clothes, which seem uniformly faded grey/brown in colour would not even fill one bin bag.