He stopped on his way to work to buy a couple of chicken wraps and corned beef and egg sandwiches to fuel him through what promised to be a normal 12-hour day. He was on the job at 5.30.
Within an hour he was dead, crushed by a tree felled by his boss. His skull was shattered and his spine broken.
In that sudden and brutal moment of his early-morning death, Lesley Kidd fears her son became just another statistic, just another dead worker in an industry that kills so many – the 10th out of 10 to die last year, the sector’s annus horribilis.