And this independence of spirit combined with her striking good looks and obvious upper-class English accent attracted one or two of the right kind of people, the right Radio Eireann people. She was invited to write for the weekly Radio Review – a brief introduction to upcoming music programmes. Music was always an interest of hers. ( In London some years earlier she had moved in literary and music circles, becoming friend of among others, members of the Amadeus Quartet) Then, in that wonderful arbitrary way of the radio world, she was asked to present a programme. And she accepted. So, as a new voice of RE, the very English Carey Kent, began to invite the Irish listening public into her Opera Box - favourite opera recordings presented for half an hour, once a week ( with somebody radio people will remember – a young Gene Martin - as the disc jockey playing her records). The radio name was carefully chosen. Carey, she said, was for Carew ; and the Kent because tradition had it that one branch of the family built a castle there. These were days when dark-haired, dark-eyed and vivacious Carey Kent went up in the lift to the top floor in the GPO and walked the long corridor to Studio 10 in tailored, trim, alluring slacks ! – to the amazement of women, the confusion of men, even some of those men ( Sean O Riada, Sean Mac Reamoinn) who had introduced her into Radio Eireann. She was free-spirited, but as important she was free-lance : so, was above and beyond any civil-service or indeed, any John Charles Mc Quaid, directive about ‘appropriate female attire’. And indeed, added to the slacks, there might have been a Black Russian cigarette between the fingers of one of those lovely hands of hers. Certainly rings on those same fingers– the one piece of jewellery she was never without.