When I walk through Finsbury Park I often think of the time that you & K learnt to ride your bikes up and down the formal gardens, me and Dad running behind holding onto the back.  You were really pleased with yourself because you were going to be able to ride a bike at the same time as or before your big sister, though you were 4 and she was 6; you were quite competitive occasionally!  Then you and Dad went off for a ride around the pond and you fell off and came back with a bloody lip.  I was really cross with Daddy for letting you fall.  Even back then you were a brave little thing, you got right back on and had another go.