I can see him, all in black, calling for orders for the funeral.

Other voices were babbling and calling in the helmet mikes, moaning or asking questions or calling for orders, but there was nothing but the icy Voice.

He did all the work himself, (purchasing, calling for orders, brewing, washing, filling, corking and wiring the bottles, delivering the finished product), possibly with the help of then 12-year-old son William, whilst continuing to attend the cows, run the dairy, and do the daily milk deliveries.