Penny Farmer, 57, Oxford
Clinging to my big brother, Chris, 25, we whizzed down the road on his motorbike.
‘Slow down!’
I squealed.
It was December 1977, and I idolised him. But our days together were numbered...
Chris was setting off to backpack around South America with his girlfriend, Peta Frampton, 24.
Soon, I was hugging them both goodbye. Chris nodded towards our mum Audrey, 52, and dad Charles, 55.
‘Make sure you look after them,’ he winked.
And then they were off.
Peta’s regular letters made the ocean between us feel smaller. Only, in June 1978, her letters suddenly stopped.
‘I’m sure they’re busy exploring,’ Dad said, though Mum and I worried.
Finally, that August, we had word.
Dad read Peta’s new letter aloud to all of us.
We’re…