One of the consequences of attending the memorial event for Mark Brockbank last night is that I re-met my old friend, Bill Neave, with whom we went on holiday in a small village, Acqualoreto near Todi, in the summer of 1977. I had remembered that he was a very good photographer. In fact, I thought that he had studied photography in Brussels. He had kept photographs of the holiday which he has now kindly sent with permission to reproduce them, which I do because they are stills from another era .

There is a photograph of Mark Brockbank as he was before he became a big wheel in the insurance industry:-

I like the picture of us all stuffed into what must have been Bill’s rented Fiat (it’s me looking out of the back window):-

I once had some hair, a lot of it:-

It was so beautiful:-