In 1970 , I graduated, and also came to London to seek my fortune.

I had no idea which career to pursue, so I dabbled in publishing ( I worked for Cambridge University Press), journalism ( wrote book reviews/pieces for Twentieth Century magazine and Arts Review), did some academic research, then settled into running the Workshop gallery for Mel Calman. I was drifting. Uncertain which career path to take. At one point Jonathan said:

‘Make me your career’.

But I was eager to move on from him, find a loving partner, and start a family.

Jonathan had found his metier, his dharma, his ‘raison d’etre’, and was writing plays, short stories and reviews for ‘The New Statesman’, ‘The Sunday Times’ and countless other newspapers ,BBC and so on.

But in June 1972, around Jonathan’s 30th birthday, we collaborated on our last joint venture together when our son Alexander was conceived.

I am eternally indebted to Jonathan for the gift of my beloved son, and now for my enchanting granddaughter, Esther.

l then went on to meet and marry my marvellous husband, Nicholas Sewell in 1979, who loved Alexander and raised him as his own until his untimely death in 2010.

And in recent months, Alex and his father were in contact with each other before his unexpectedly sad passing.

R.I.P. Jonathan.

Pictures of Esther and Alexander below.