The promenade was pretty empty which, frankly, suited me and filled me with hoo-hahhh optimism . . . and got me thinking on the subject of friends which Nicky and I are blessed with big time . . .
Let’s face it, it’s friends that keep you going. This very morning, I got to thinking about my friends from school—Leeds Grammar, class 2B under the tutorship of Mr. ‘Wilf’Batty, way back in the halcyon days of the early 1960’s—and I pulled up for a coffee lost in thought. Pause for the register call out and all done from memory: Apell, Booker, Bradbury, Breeze, Bucket, Burgess, Clark, Clarke, Cooke, Crowther (me), Hick, Hodgson, Kendrew, Lee, Littlewood, Livingstone, Oxley, Rogers, Rushton, Sim, Skirrow, White and Wrigglesworth. There are others still whom I have forgotten . . . and still a further two (Richard Hackett and Jeremy Roberts—Rick from another school and Jem from a different stream) who I’m keen to be in touch with and I’m particularly keen to hear from Richard Littlewood and Peter Burgess, (Peter being one of three kin, David, Peter and Robert), but all of you would be massively welcome.