Liz the Squeak here - We cleared as much of his house as we could, grabbing various things as we found them, and it's taken a while to get it sorted.

We have all the songs/poems he committed to computer, along with several hard drives that also have his photographs on them.

We have a pile of notebooks which he wrote those songs/poems in which will take some time to decipher (Sherlock Holmes' little dancing men have nothing on trying to interpret Micca's handwriting), and transcribe onto computer.

We have his song books that contained those he wrote, and those written by others that he would sing. I am hoping to put them into some semblance of order and create a book of Micca's songs, poetry and pictures of the places that inspired them, for anyone who is interested. Again, this will take time.

We also found a large quantity of hipflasks, so cleaned them out, and refilled them with the last of his supply of whiskey. These were handed round after the funeral service, those who wanted to took a flask and we raised a toast to him.

We will be having a proper raucous and boozy send off as he would wish, once we are allowed larger gatherings, and will share details once we have them. It's looking like it may be nearer Easter than Christmas though.

LTS

PS, The poem I have is on a PDF file, as a scan of the original, which of course, has now vanished into the ether - much how it appeared in the first place - but I will attempt to transpose it next week and post it.