It’s seven thirty in the morning at the club. Two minor miracles have already happened. Janet and my twenty year old son, Ben, are both up, making sense and on time. Roger is sorting kit out. Jodi is eating. We need another miracle, we have to meet Brian at the get in. I’ve been there before but always as a passenger. I put on a confident face and we set off.
It’s just after nine and we’re done with miracles. We’re in Cricklade, Brian has reluctantly put his book down and joined…Continue