It seems like only yesterday I was accosted by an avuncular gent on the common who wanted to know what I was up to with a kite and a camera. We struck up a conversation that lit upon the topic of radio and it became instantly clear to me this man was a kindred spirit: he had no fear of the soldering iron and circuit board and was more than happy with the idea of the kite as a means for aerial photography. In no time Clive had solved the problems I had with video down-link and had made a beautiful miniature voltage regulator in the process.
Building tools for camera handing, custom antennae and servo control revealed an instinctive approach to problem solving that marked Clive out as a uniquely practical technologist.
As a kite flyer Clive was unbeatable, the wind was his element and he was able to use his sailing and Met Office knowhow to get the best out of our growing kite collection.
Clive was never so happy as when he had a kite in the sky, a boat in the water, a radio to tune, a dog to pet or a problem to solve.
His last days were a rollercoaster of cancer treatment, an ordeal he faced with great humour and dignity, all the while taking a detailed technical intrest in the treatment, the medical team and his fellow patients. We made plans for KAP flights, rig building and a microcopter.
I miss him.