When we passed on Bonnington Road I was sure I saw a flicker of recognition flash across his face. Was this acknowledgement of our shared history? Of course I was far too shy to stop and ask so would never know whether or not he had recognised me. I carried on walking towards town as he continued in the direction of his (new) house.

Then something made me look back. He was staring at me from behind a telegraph pole. I smiled broadly, as did he. We rushed back to the point where we had passed and we fell into one another’s arms.