I cannot say that I knew Don well, he certainly didn’t know me very well, but he was such a tour-de-force in the world of archaeology that when I arrived at York in January 2020, I felt like I had known him forever. He was just there, omnipresent: at every conference, every meeting, every party. And even if I hadn’t ever really had a proper conversation with him previously, his energy (especially on the dancefloor) just permeated through the crowd. And in that way, everyone knew Don. The more I read of the condolensces in this book, the more I wish I had got the chance to know him better, but if I can emulate just a fraction of the positivity he brought into a room and inspire just a handful of the people he inspired, then I know I will be serving his memory well.