Five times 15.
Thank you so much for that introduction and indeed for inviting me to this event,
which is a real pleasure to be part of.
Now, one of the things that fascinated me when I began to start writing this book,
under the Hornbeams,
which is what I'm going to be talking about today,
was the question of at what point one's experience becomes a story.
Because in a way,
I tend to think of everyday life as one giant story that we're all participating in,
like a sort of huge,
ever expanding collage with little interlinking stories which might connect or disconnect or enhance or even overlay each other,
but in interesting ways, forming part of this larger fabric.
So, in which case, where would any particular story begin and end?
But obviously,
since a book has to sit between two covers and this talk forcibly has to sit within its 15 minute slot,
then we need to have a beginning and we need to have an end,
however much that end may slice into the flow of experience in somewhat artificial ways.
So the story I want to tell begins Aviv mentioned in Regent's park,
and I'm going to share some images with you here and whisk you into the park in April 2020.
Now, 2020 was, as Rosie mentioned, a time of lockdown.