There are many tales between Bob and I that involve fishin' down at Eton some not necessarily including fish, others at Bermuda that had more in common with trespass and a weird kind of mountain football that I still bear the scars from. It's even on my passport as i.d. unique features. Bob had equally permanent scars from our many 'huntin' trips over the marshes, rabbit banks and in the woods. Then came such diverse activities as watching the spire fitted on Coventry Cathedral, tramping it up in Soho and at Southsea at mod gatherings (we almost decided we were rockers but then the Adelphi on Bath Road had a better turn out of mods) all great fun at the time, not safe, not sensible, but we had real 'swinging' sixties after the mischievous fifties. Thanks Bob, it was good while it lasted. Happy days. Still tenner Marion Grey from The Three Tuns.