The book nostalgically flashes back on my memories of residence at Fitzwilliam College in the mid-sixties. It was a time when the College had just moved into the Huntingdon Street building. I remember my stay at digs owned by a Greek landlady married to a World War II veteran. I remember my friends, my rides to the Sidgwick Avenue, visits to other places like Oxford, Stratford-upon-Avon, London and Paris but most importantly I remember my teachers in English, who were world icons. 

In a word, the book says how I enjoyed the culture and environment of Cambridge, which brings before you the living past and the fleeting present, once you are there.

Royalties to be donated to the Fitzwilliam Development Fund.