1976: I first saw playwright Harold Pinter across a crowded room in the mid-70s. I was an intensely romantic person, but had never envisaged leaving my husband. When I properly met Harold, full of energy and with black curly hair, at a dinner party, we just clicked. This picture was taken in a photo booth at the airport the first time we went abroad together to Berlin and then on to Hamburg.
1976: I first saw playwright Harold Pinter across a crowded room in the mid-70s. I was an intensely romantic person, but had never envisaged leaving my husband. When I properly met Harold, full of energy and with black curly hair, at a dinner party, we just clicked. This picture was taken in a photo booth at the airport the first time we went abroad together to Berlin and then on to Hamburg.