Dance as if no one is watching . . .

October 1967. I remember it well. I’d landed up in Southampton about to begin a three year BSc course in botany and geography. I’d gained a place in one of the halls of residence, South Stoneham House, and life was hunky-dory. I think we arrived in Southampton on the Wednesday evening. On the following Saturday, … Continue reading Dance as if no one is watching . . .