'My friendship with Fay was very like so many between women who hold each other in high regard, who would like to know each other at more depth, between whom meeting is delightful, generous, but the meetings themselves are sparse across time for the common reasons we hear in conversations around us every day—no time, distance, responsibilities, work… So I am sorry I have no claim to saying I knew Fay well, though I would have liked to. The context of what I write here is that I visited Fay regularly in the last six months of her life. During a visit after she’d come out of hospital I asked if she would like me to keep in touch and possibly visit regularly and she said ‘Yes’—simply that.'(Introduction)