In October 1984 my brother-in-law Alasdair got lost. As a family they had visited Venice – long before I knew them – Sandy and Valerie my in-Laws, Moira my wife who was 14 at the time, and Alasdair who was 11. They were at St. Mark’s square, Venice – at the same time as Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother was visiting, and Alasdair got pulled along with the crowds. He followed the crowds into St. Mark’s Basilica, just in time before the doors shut! Outside, Sandy, Valerie and probably Moira too were beside themselves with worry and concern. Alasdair was gone. Where was he? A search ensued, and I can only imagine the relief there was when quite a while later the Basilica doors were opened, allowing Alasdair to be reunited with his family.
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