1965
Dad used to go on the train to London once a week to teach at Camberwell. He loved looking out of the window and watching how the landscape changed. He couldn’t understand how it was that other people could read books or chat and ignore this amazing moving spectacle. He had a very good visual memory and here he was obviously enraptured by the greenness of the passing fields.
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