We hadn’t quite finished packing for our trip for Australia. We were so excited at the prospect of heading to the warmth of a late Antipodean summer, leaving the bitter cold of a British January behind.
I reminded TPR to pop a decent shirt and chinos into the suitcase just in case Uncle J wanted to invite us out to a restaurant.
Then I cut out the photograph of the dark-haired man from the front cover of a 1970s magazine. We were planning to carry the minimum of hand luggage so this was all I was taking as reading material. I was quite happy stare at that picture for the full 24 hours of travel time.