I don't know why I didn't chime in to this thread when I first came across it years ago. Paul and I were good friends from the springtime of 1963 (shortly after I arrived in London from Canada via the Continent) until my return to Canada at the end of 1965. He was married to fair Juliet at the time. Through them I met Martin and Dorothy Carthy and Bert Jansch. We were all neighbours living in the general vicinity of Hampstead. Well, I shared a soon-to-be-condemned flat with five mates near the Chalk Farm tube station. We jammed a lot there. We all had lots of club gigs in those days. I knew Paul as a restless soul, very upset about politics on both sides of the ocean, given to ranting, but compassionate as well. I'd have said he and Juliet were happy then. Certainly they had made a lovely and loving home together.