Remember that morning very clearly. My brother and I had holiday jobs in a hotel in Pitlochry and we were staying in digs with a mum and her daughters. The eldest girl of the family was an Elvis fan and that morning at breakfast she was in floods of tears. I was never a huge fan but remember the morning and her tears.
Earlier in the day I watched a trawler get stuck on the rocks just outside Lossiemouth harbour, then in the evening I was writing a poem about snakes whilst listening to the radio and hearing the news.