Everything that could have gone wrong about our trip to Kandy in April 1981 did go wrong. We were due to travel by night, after an evening drinking at the Art Centre Club, but one of our number failed to turn up, so we had to postpone our departure till the next day. I did not want to go back home after having said I was leaving, so I spent the night at Richard’s, where his mother was quite used to sudden changes in plans. She was really quite an extraordinary character, remaining calm in the midst of all Richard’s various fads and fashions. On a couple of occasions I took her on holidays with us, which meant that Richard backed out, since he hated mixing up his different lives. However, characteristically, he dropped in on both occasions, even roaring up to Wilpattu on his bike for a lightening visit.