This is a place where we can remember Seymour. A place where family, friends, colleagues, drinking partners, sparring partners and anyone else he touched or influenced can remember, celebrate or toast him.
Seymour was a much loved partner, daddy and friend, a polar professor, space scientist, would-be airline pilot, lego lover, mountain man and proficient plumber. A man with friends all over the world, with a love of life and of living it up. Also a UCL man to his core.
He was funny, infuriating, great company, irascible, wise, wild, loveable, loving, and softer as a dad than any of us ever thought he could be.
By 1990 Seymour had completed his PhD and was well established in the world of space radar altimetry. He and I gave papers at an Ocean Sciences meeting in New Orleans in the February. We took time for a river trip and to visit some local hostelries. At Pat O’Briens Seymour decided that the “Hurricane” cocktails were too fancy and stuck to canned Lite. Walking along Bourbon Street a strange thing happened. A white stretched Limo with blackened windows cruised slowly by us. As it came level with Seymour the sun roof slid back and a bejeweled hand emerged, tossed a trinket – Mardi Gras style – to Seymour, and then withdrew. The sun roof closed and the Limo purred away. Seymour was very nonchalant about it, but I was impressed.