I was sorry to hear of the death of children's author Anthony Buckeridge. As a boy I was an avid reader of the Jennings books and in 1996 was delighted to get an invitation to interview Buckeridge at his South Downs home. He was well into his 80s, but sprightly and engaging. I was expecting to chat for about an hour, but with photographs and a tour of his home and garden (I especially remember those wonderful Quentin Blake drawings) it was getting towards lunch time before we'd started and his equally charming wife Eileen insisted we break off for lunch (rather good soup).
By the time we sat down to business we had been talking for a couple of hours and covered a lot of the ground I had planned for the interview. It was interesting, certainly, but no amount of 'you were telling me earlier's could prompt the now tiring author to tell his stories with the same sparkle as he had done the first time round. Yes, it worked well enough, but I learnt an important lesson about getting things in your notebook.
To my disappointment, the feature didn't run and remains unpublished - if anyone can think of home for a tribute to the wonderful Anthony Buckeridge, please get in touch.