I didn't get anybody pregnant. It was a beautiful summer and I spent five weeks hitchhiking around northern Scotland. I stayed in youth hostels. My favourites were Ratagan, Tongueand Achmelvich. I got married the year after. I was living in Robin Hood Gardens in Poplar, East London. I got that council flat only because the nun who was the headmistress of the East End secondary school I worked in lied to say that I'd lived in the borough for two years. Not long after, she gave up her job, gave up being a nun, and got married. Good woman! If you ever watch Call The Midwife, those nuns work in the exact same area as where I was working, just a few years before I was there. My rent was nine pounds a week all in including heating. Happy days, I suppose!