Max visited Cirencester occasionally, and supported the percussion ensemble at Cirencester School. On one occasion, he was very encouraging to me after hearing a sextet I had written for the ensemble. Looking back on that piece, I now realise how very kind he was being – it was not good.
The last time I met Max was in 1979, at the funeral of his friend from the school, Bob Jennings, my history teacher. He wrote ‘A quiet memory of Bob Jennings’ (violin, viola and cello) for the occasion, and gave me a photocopy. I have scanned the last few bars as a quiet memory of Max.