I remember too a wonderful week or so that my mum and I spent with them in Carshalton back in 1980. Wimbledon on the telly, model airplanes hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom I was given, evening card games and my first serious crush. The sparkling warmth of an arm on arm pressed close as the car turned. Hoping for more right hand corners. Walking on Box Hill, wishing the days away.
I wonder if she remembers?
Ben Watt - On Box Hill