Well, I think what I should tell you something about now is the second vacation that I had. The first was skiing in the Italian Alps. This one was to go on a trip of Southern Scandinavia. My sister in 1946 had married a Swedish man in the merchant... the Swedish Merchant Navy, who got caught in the war and couldn't get back to Sweden, so was plying the Pacific Ocean, and that's how he met my sister. But she had then married and gone to live in the south of Sweden. And I was anxious, obviously, to see her because we hadn't been together for quite a while, but also, being an Australian, and thinking at that stage that I might well be going back to Australia, I thought I had better see Norway and Denmark as well as Sweden.

So I planned out a trip, and in brief, it was to go up to Newcastle, catch the ferry to Bergen, go across to Oslo and then to Stockholm on the east coast of Sweden, down to the south near Karlskrona where my sister lived, and then back via Copenhagen and so back to Cambridge.