That was the summer that we lived near Epping and my sister, her husband and two youngest boys came to stay us. Of course, we had to do all the usual going up to London tourist stuff. Travelling on the tube in the hot weather was a nightmare, but my nephews were thrilled to have their first sight of the capital. My abiding memory, though, was of a picnic we took to Epping forest. We stayed fairly well on the outskirts as there had been reports of spontaneous fires breaking out, but everywhere the kids went exploring they seemed to manage to get covered in soot. They looked like a pack of little savages! You can imagine what the bathroom looked like that night! Then, while they were still with us, we had the terrific thunderstorm that broke the heatwave. My sister was terrified of thunder - I thought she would go to pieces!