The Parade, Looking West, Worthing
I intended to spend the morning rereading the lyric poetry of Fred "The Demon" Spofforth but, for some reason, all I could think about was that momentous day on The Parade, Worthing. I remember that I was looking to the west, waiting to hear what message the man in the hat would pass on to me. I knew I would never think in quite the same way afterwards.