Out of the blue I had a telephone call from a friend who I'd not seen for years and he wanted to meet up with me. We had both moved from Bristol to Edinburgh in around 1966/7. He was the one who'd taken me caving in Cheddar and riding around on motorbikes and when we'd moved to Scotland he took me down into depths of mines in Fife, filled with water and other such traumatic adventures. His life moved on as did mine and it was Christmas cards that kept us in touch. Anyway, we met in Starbucks and had a good catch up. He's still got a strong Bristolian accent which is lovely to hear.