The brightness of the moonlight woke me up and I went to wake Ian, unlocked the front door and dragged him outside. We sat on the top step of the stoep and gazed at this large, very large ball in the sky. I can remember my hand draped lightly round his shoulder, as we sat in complete silent contemplation. Suddenly there was a screech as Ma came running out in her nightie, shouting 'Harry Harry, where're the kids?' ( about 1952)
