I tried hard to meet her, but when I saw her in the street, I turned to a pillar of salt.

I was sent to boarding school - a grim place. The only good thing the headmaster did for us was every Sunday evening in the winter he would show us films in the chapel. He couldn't afford a sound projector, so we saw silent films, which you could then still rent from photographic shops.

I turned to Abe with about 16 minutes left, when we were down by about 15, and I said, we can still win this game. He looked in my eyes, and you could just tell he believed it. We believed it, we all believed it. We've been in those positions before.

It was 1953, and I was still at school. I'd borrowed a silent French film from the library for my 9.5mm projector. It was by Jean Epstein, and it was awful. So I rang the library and asked if they had anything else. They said they had 'Napoleon Bonaparte and the French Revolution.'

Silent pictures show us how we lived and what our attitudes were. And as an art form, they can be wonderfully entertaining and often inspirational.

We tried to be as fair as we could when selecting which campsites could be reserved, and which would not, to try to serve both interests and I think we have done that.