All life is sacred.
By CJ Stone
I was sorry to hear of the death of Nick Hayes in April.
He wrote a couple of pieces for Whitstable Views and I was hoping to work more with him in the future.
I didn’t really know him. I met him once, at the gate of the house he was living in in Tankerton, when I was dropping off a book for him.
It was a synchronous moment. I’d just got off the bus and was on my way to my sister’s to walk her dog. I’d arranged to drop the book through his door on the way, as Nick had said he wasn’t going to be in.
And then, there he was! We reached the gate of his house at exactly the same time, coming from opposite directions. We both recognised each other immediately. There was a fierce light in his eyes.
The book was
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