Stanley was my second cousin, but we didn’t meet till the middle of our lives in 1996, when my parents organised a reunion of Saltiel cousins. There, he must have grown weary of hearing his older cousins tell him how much he resembles his father, Len a casualty of the Italian campaign and unknown to his son. But Stan may not have found it as tiresome as all that, as Len is universally re-membered as an exceptionally good looking and likeable young man. It was impossible not to warm to Stan’s own charm, energy, and sense of humour: For example, he told me of making use of his cockney accent to tease his bank manager by claiming that the opening deposit for a new business came from a bank hold-up. (I’m pretty sure he was kidding.) In 2003, the family organised a Reunion in Montpelier, where Stan played a leading part in the late night carryings-on of the unattached members of the party – what I called “the babes and the hunks”. For Stan at least, the carryings-on had a lasting result: he met Patricia and after a year or two of long-distance courtship the two settled down in Mexico City, from which Stan kept up diligently and affectionately with his UK family. All of us miss him greatly.