Although she was both conventional and a traditionalist in many ways, Jo was fearless when it came to a public declaration of her faith. She underwent an adult baptism off Goring beach just after one of the notorious, heavy falls of seaweed.
I have a surreal but admiring memory of her dressed in white robes, supported by two ministers, being dipped backwards into the murky seawater while brightly coloured catamarans, taking part in a local sailing race, zipped past in the background.