I remember Gwen fondly. Memories go back to Sophie and me hitching our ponies up in the Dundrum garden and Gwen appearing to see us off as we set out for a ride. Also on holiday in a French village as a teenager, when Gwen was a kind and considerate hostess and deputy mum to me. I remember how well she spoke French, and also her taking a keen interest in the arts and music. Later, visiting Ireland with my own children, Gwen would invite us all round for an elaborate tea with her and Gordon. Not long after Gordon passed away, she invited me for lunch at her home in Belgrave Square, and I was very touched by her going to so much trouble. When I remember Gwen, I think of someone who was cultured, intelligent, elegant, vivacious and caring, and who had the ability to transcend generations. I will miss her. Catherine Redden