One Saturday afternoon returning from the Royal cinema where I watched Jungle Girl escaping amazingly once again, I met my Dad, the welder, and he took me on an impromptu tour of his workplace. The smell of hot metal and oil, smoke, large gas fuelled vats of sulphuric acid and molten zinc with moving strands of steel wire being pulled through them, the forge and furnace, the dark dust deep cooling tunnels with mobile rows of metal coils, the factory cat and its kittens in their home, an upturned dustbin lid. I still see it all with poignant love and respect; a big brilliant kinetic adventure that filled and fills me with wonder.