I remember it being hot, the pavements melted in Southampton. I remember going to Brighton for the day and seeing a swarm of ladybirds covering the side of one of the houses along the seafront, and getting bitten by ladybirds later in the day. it was also the year of drinking on the grass outside the Master Builder's at Buckler's Hard in the New Forest and getting stung by a horsefly which left me with a mark on my back that looked so much like a big fat hickey that my Mum wouldn't speak to me and my boyfriend for a week as she thought we'd been up to no good. Oh, and when the weather finally broke, at the end of the summer hols, and it bucketed down I was shopping in Shirley High Street dressed in a pair of pink dungarees and some brand new espadrilles. i got stained pink from the dye from the dungarees and my lovely new straw espadrilles fell to bits before I got home. Ah...sweet 16.....