On Wednesday evening 23 February, I found out that my dad had died the previous Thursday, the 17th: he came home from visiting the doctor, and had a heart attack on his doorstep. He’d just had his 78th birthday. I went up to Tunbridge Wells on Thursday 3 March; before the funeral I visited his home and I took some photos of where he’d lived for the last 12 years, and where he died.