We first met Karl when we moved to Weeting in 1978. My son Christian, was only 4 years old all the children in the street, used to play together including Karl. Karl was a lovely and polite young lad even back then. My son got knocked over by accident and all the children including Karl came to our front door to let us know (luckily, he was not injured) but every time I saw Karl, it always reminded that Karl was always willing to help other people.