One bright summers morning in 1969, David Selway and I went to visit David Stogdale who had just gone up to Oxford. We parked Selway's "souped up" Ford Anglia (1650cc with twin DCOE Webber carburettors!) at the west end of Merton Street, opposite Corpus Christi, and went in to see Stogdale for coffee, emerging two hours later to find that during the while, yellow lines had been painted along Merton Street on both sides, but avoiding the car. The city of Oxford had thus been covered with yellow lines such that parking was no longer possible at will... except for us, as only we knew the whereabouts of the only free parking space in the city centre. We made use of it for months, until such time as the authorities caught up with us.

Oxford, Oxford, United Kingdom

In June 1941 at my digs in Weirs Lane I received an instruction from the R.A.F to report to the reception centre at Cardington near Bedford. A travel warrant was enclosed. John Butler, my pal, came to see me off. We were the only two people on the platform so early in the morning and just as the train was about to pull out, John handed me something, shook hands and said, "Cheerio mate - take care" then, leaning out of the window I waved to John until I couldn't see him anymore. I settled down alone in the corner of the compartment to open what he had handed to me. It was a serviceman's bible in R.A.F blue and inside was written "To Den from all those who love you at South Oxford Y.P.F." I slowly closed it and was glad I was alone because I didn't want anyone to see me cry.

Oxford station, Oxford, United Kingdom

When Ellen and Catherine were little, we took them to the pantomime at the Apollo on George Street. We had seats in the front row of the balcony. At the time, Catherine was rather fond of anything with silky labels (like ribbon), which she should use as a comforter. Unfortunately, on that occasion, she had her favourite pair of M&S knickers with her. At a crucial, dramatic moment in the pantomime, she let out a shriek, as the knickers fell out of her hands, over the balcony and onto the head of a woman sitting below.

George Street, Oxford, United Kingdom