The fight took place one January afternoon with a cold wind blowing off the sea. When it bit into us you could smell the salt. There were clouds moving briskly in the sky, and Marco and I were moving equally briskly to the designated meeting place he and ‘the gang’ had agreed on.

I was wearing a brown Viyella dress, long fawn socks, leather lace-up shoes and my long jacket with its down lining. I was nervous but just about managing to keep up with Marco who was striding along at a furious rate.

I asked him if he was nervous, too.

Not a bit of it, he assured me........

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