It is not in my nature to regret, but I regret I did not know Lex for longer.He lived on my doorstep and yet we didn't meet till three years ago. Our friendship was immediate. I recognised in him a gypsy soulmate, a man inherently generous who seemed up for anything. Wonderful to be with, with his childlike naughtiness masking a shy wisdom. I owe him a lot, both in my carriage driving, and in the warmth of my memories of sitting with him and Jane drinking and smoking in their welcoming kitchen. Why is it the best go first?