Saturday 3rd May 1980

Saturday afternoon.For the first time we go out, up town, during the day. There was no reason for not having done so before. It just hadn't happened. (So... Julie called down for me. My mom fussed over her - as ever. And Julie sat smirking, white teeth, on the edge of the sofa as she is told another embarrassing story about my childhood. Just before we left mom asks me if we will be coming back here later? As she and dad will be out until late. "Yeah", I said,. "probably").
 
Up town Julie and I go to Reddingtons and the poster shop. JR and others are there. We all buy tickets for a concert. We all mess around for a few hours. In and out of the poster shop. Over to another bit of town and then back to here. Then, eventually, the long bus journey home. We feel tired and dusty from being up town.
At first it had been mild and grey. But then it had turned sunnier and a lot warmer.  

Julie and I get off the bus at the top of the hill and she comes back to mine...
We go to my house. There is no-one in. 
I put the TV on. We have something to eat. 
Afterwards she says she is tired. 
I ask her if she wants a shower or whatever. 
She says "yes". 
And so we go upstairs.
By now it is around 7pm. 

Julie goes into the bathroom I switch the stero on in my bedroom. I play the Magnum LP 'we' have just bought up town.

Music: Magnum, Invasion 

I light a few of those odd new jossticks. Open the window. Allowing in the mild, fresh evening air. The promise of summer to come. Then I sit fiddling with some tapes whilst the music plays....
Five or ten minutes pass.

Julie comes into my bedroom.
I act as if it is the most normal of occurrences for me. To have such a beautiful girl in my bedroom.
Julie sits on the edge of the bed. 
We talk a bit. About music. And other daft stuff.
A little more time passes.
We talk some more. I change the music. Now it is Steve Hillage; the album Green. 
I'm now sitting beside her on the bed. 
Needless to say, within minutes, we are lying on the bed. Side by side. Kissing.
The music plays, the smoke from the jossticks drifts, the mild spring air fills the room. 
My eyes seem to see her in a slow moving blurring vision. How can that be?
The music, the bass note rises. Becoming an ultra high note. 
She is so young. And so perfect. 
Moments like this ought to last forever.
Leylines to Glassdom.

Music: Steve Hillage, Leylines

Of course, all too soon it passes. 
It starts to get darker outside.
Gradually Julie and I are falling asleep together. Which is, I think, all we both want to do. But it is, of course, impossible. We are too young. We have no space to do so much - and yet so little. We are too young.
And so from then on, we wake each other up. 
I alter the music. 
And soon, probably for the better, we go downstairs.
It is around 9.30pm. 
Within minutes, the front door is opened. Mom and Dad are home.
Phew.
We all chat a while.
And then I walk Julie home. On this, yet another, fine spring evening. The smell of new life fills our lungs.
Sadly, sadly, so lost as I am in the joy of it all, that I am not observant enough to notice that something subtle has now changed....