There are some shots of Peter on the wall in Gwen Crellin's lounge room looking out onto the TT course.
This year when I was there as I was looking at them Gwen just came across and touched them without a word, but with the glisten of a tear in her eye.
It seems that all you who have met him lost, not only a personal friend, but also a TT icon.
And so the fraternity of the TT goes on recognising each other and perpetuating all that is good in sport and human nature.