Picture yourself in a boat on a river. It is late on a lovely summer’s evening that was spent with friends. In this case it was on a very big river, the Thames at Twickenham, 1959. However there were no tangerine trees or marmalade skies, and certainly no diamonds in the sky for this Lucy. I was up a creek without a paddle.
That was way back, when I was a teenager. I often wonder if this day changed the course of my life.
Let me take you back to the late fifties, early sixties, before the permissive age. Read the rest of this entry
Words of Wisdom 