I don't have any photographs of Lena, but my enduring memory of her, amongst many others, is of her dancing with abandon one Saturday evening at our house in Bradford. It must have been during the time that you all lived in Saltaire. We had invited various people who had either lived and worked in Bulgaria or who were Bulgarian. I can still see her throwing herself around the room and being happy. This is how I remember Lena and how I shall always think of her.