The M25 on a Friday afternoon is not a great place to be. As we saw the time creeping up we had to make a call – could we get to Southend in time for Paul to get a Rossi’s ice cream? Yes we could and memories of a four hour journey evaporated. Southend holds happy childhood memories for Paul and an annual pilgrimage enables the reliving of some of them as most of those he shared the memories with are no longer around to reminisce with. Places have a power to evoke memory and emotion and in this instance good ones that nourish and replenish.