There was an incalculable sadness about being there, in a chilly, oak-panelled coroner’s court three years ago, to hear the inquest into Emiliano Sala’s death.
That was because of the devastating circumstances of his death, and because of the haunting testimony we heard about his mother, Mercedes Taffarel. She had travelled around the Channel Islands after the plane carrying him crashed, wandering up and down beaches, shouting out his name, hoping he might somehow hear her.