Charlie Curran was an American boy who joined my class at St John's School in either the fourth or fifth year. He lived in this house with his mother, who I think was a dressmaker. He told me that one morning, he was woken by a huge lorry crashing into the side of the building. He would tell lurid stories about The Hell's Angels, which we believed because he was American, and because he seemed mature beyond his age. He was passionate about sailing boats and his ambition was to build and sail these around the world. A few times I went out sailing with him and once we were in a dingy that headed towards a huge ship. The dark hull of the ship loomed over us, and at the very last moment, he skilfully turned the boat around and headed back to shore.
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