Mr Chalk and I were travelling back from the in-laws in Southampton yesterday and we were delighted to share most of the journey with Johnie Walker and his ‘Sounds of the Seventies’. Being of a certain age, this was our decade, music wise, so inevitably, although we can’t remember our children’s names sometimes, we sang along to the seventies hits, practically word perfect with most of the songs played.

Although I didn’t know Mr C at this time, we are the same age and so we have a very strong mutual bond in our memories of all this wonderful music. The albums we saved up for, the bands we went to see and the association with certain times in our lives, it all comes flooding back.

The weather was interesting, to say the least during our journey, with gale force winds, torrential rain and even some hail stones at one point. But with the wonderful music to listen to, were we bothered? Well, to be honest we were actually towards the end of the journey when we aquaplaned along most of the A14. But somehow it could have felt far more stressful without the music of our childhood and teenage years to soothe us.

Thank you Johnie, Pink Floyd and the Eagles were just the ticket for a wild, weird and windy journey home.

I hope you are keeping safe and warm.

Wendy xx