Fowey Grammar School uniforms with hats that we hated! Dawdling through Fowey to school/rushing through Fowey to school - depending on whether or not we got 'numbered' queuing for Polruan ferry. Having to write rather a lot of lines on The History and Origin of Dancing for our biology teacher - doing the can-can on the lab tables wasn't allowed apparently! Holding in the giggles when our French teacher invariably nodded off during lessons. 

Cups of coffee in the kitchen of the house at the top of Chapel Lane. Endless chatter. 'Sleepovers' and helping to deliver the newspapers for Phyllis in the morning.

As we grew into our later teenage years, nights out in Fowey,  meeting friends at the King of Prussia. Discos/dances at Fowey Gallants.

Innumerable memories of times we shared but what I treasure most of all is the bond we had, the closeness of friendship, the knowledge that we could always pick up where we left off.

Clare, my lovely friend.,

With love, Yvonne (Tich)