Pussy Willows

Many years ago when I was about five or six years old, Niki (the girl next door - nine years older) would ask my Mum if she could take me down to the river to pick pussy willows (or whatever flora was in season). This was actually a ruse so that she could meet boys - and ROBERT in particular. Robert was a mod - red polo neck and dark glasses (this was the mid 60's). Robert was a bit flash and full of himself for my liking - he thought he could gain my approval through ice cream. He was wrong. On the way home, having stripped the willow trees of alibis, Niki (dreamily): "What did you think of Robert?". Me: "I didn't like him". Niki: (hurt/outraged) "But he bought you an ice cream!".

This was what was going through my mind as I was taking this shot. 45 years on and Niki is still a close friend. I wonder what happened to Robert?