I remember Roger from his time with Resurgence and Peace News; I was a young woman trying to start the revolution from the kitchen of my council house in Stevenage new town and Roger turned up with the Resurgence lot, and visited and wrote long thoughtful letters long afterwards.

He was different from the others, obviously a bit posh, a 'respectable' radical. He puzzled me a little; he had no visible means of support and disappeared to his, as I imagined, bourgeois bungalow in a Hertfordshire commuter village (Rickmansworth? Something Green?) at the end of each day. And I've definitely got the impression he wore a suit...could that be right?

I liked him; he wasn't me me me like some of the others, he wasn't loud, he wasn't ideological - and he didn't lecture; you could almost imagine the 60s had left him alone. While you'd normally be in no doubt about someone's 'beliefs' after five minutes in that atmosphere, with Roger there was nothing like that, just a sort of quietness and, I suppose, a supporting role. His letters were long, serious, thoughtful and respectful; I wish I still had them but they got blown away in the tornado of my life. I'd like to think of him as a friend but really I knew very little about him, despite the hours of written and spoken words we exchanged, and have often wondered what he did next. Now I know - and I'm glad.