1972, the University of East Anglia – a friend is renting an old manse in the depths of the east anglian countryside for the summer term. We set off to visit him, drive through that wide-skied, flat landscape, the corn grown high around us and it feels like an adventure, like all these days feel, something special to a girl who’s been kept in a lot. Life is changing. The manse stands alone in the fields, nothing for miles. Our friend is waiting with ‘refreshments,’ and a copy of yes, you’ve guessed it, Hunky Dory. In a manse in the wild you can play the music as loud as you want. And we did…
