No, it's me that's full of sadness. You have to fight your way through the cobwebs (metaphorically) to get to his lovely office. I've only been there once - when he was out - it's redbrick academia land. I doubt whether even one metal detectorist has ventured there. There's an art gallery opposite, that you can whizz round in a minute and a half, with a little shop in the foyer that sells artist's materials at proper prices. Trade oil paint. On campus still, about a hundred metres east is a fallen standing stone with a metal plaque (thisis not a standing stone) and, across the road, just into the Hancock Museum grounds, is a bisected tumulus, with a glass front, against the pavement. (I've a photograph of it somewhere).