Nigel, I have thought about you often over the years, wondering whatever happened to you. And now out of the blue a friend of a friend writes to tell me that you are no longer with us. I last saw you, I think, when you were at Brasenose and I was teaching near Oxford. Then I went off to Kenya to teach there and we lost touch. How sad is that when we had been such good friends for so many years. We first met at Rugby School. September 1965. In the same house, Kilbracken. We spent a lot of time playing sport together and enjoyed each other’s company. I took A Levels early and went off to coach sport in a School in Rhodesia and while there, I hitch-hiked down to Cape Town where you were living with your family in Constantia. I remember it well. Your family were so welcoming and we played rugby and cricket in the garden with your younger brothers. Much laughter and fun. You were enrolling at UCT and I came along with you to the campus. I was so impressed that after hitching back to Rhodesia, I decided to give up the idea of going to University in England and join you at UCT!! A mad idea but I never regretted it. I stayed with you and your family at the beginning of my first year until I found a flat. We shared a room in your house and listened endlessly to Crosby, Stills and Nash and Neil Young!I remember we both became quite involved politically and I have a photo from the Cape Times of you and me and others marching off with banners to protest against something or other. They were interesting times. Then you went off to Oxford and I did my PGCE in London and started teaching and we went our own ways. How I would love to be able to sit with a glass or two and chat about the busy lives we have lived. I am not surprised that you were obviously a much loved husband and father. You were always a kind man with a great sense of fun and adventure. We loved our sport but never took it too seriously! If I have the opportunity to meet up with your loved ones, I would love to tell them about what a great guy you were. I am just sad that we lost touch so long ago in our busy lives. So long, old chum. Steve Rigby