And we're back at Buffalo Soldier, where it all began. I still love that track, the horns, the chorus. If you know your history. Driving round Cape Town in the sun in a battered old Mercedes. Funnily enough, I just had my dad on the phone, and the card and letter I had sent to Dan have arrived. I'm glad. It marks the end of what has been a truly educational month for me, and precisely why I wanted to try to do this in the first place. Thinking about it, I think I got a complete set of BMW CDs when they were reissued a while ago, but they are long gone, probably dropped off to Record & Tape Exchange by Louise in the Riley, before we went for a wander round the covered market.

When Bob died I would have been ten, and it was Louise's fourth birthday. A lifetime ago. I had forgotten about the Kevin MacDonald film until now, and I'll definitely try to track down. From Wiki: His final words to his son Ziggy were "Money can't buy life." Words to live by.