I’ve been thinking all day about her impact and her legacy. She got people doing what humans should do. Nothing revolutionary, nothing about saving the planet but making people connect better, making the world a better place which may save the planet. I thought she’d live forever. Like a fairy godmother. In her last act she showed vulnerability and that nothing is forever.

When I was thinking this I was out on my mountain bike. I turned away from the sun and was riding into my shadow. Over the Chilterns I saw shadows and I wondered if that was a metaphor for death. In that our shadows grow bigger and bigger until they consume us. But then I thought actually our shadows stay with us, day or night, light or dark. A bit like hope. A bit like love. A fairy godmother.