Catching a falling star

My fondest memories of the Caravan centre around my meet-up with ‘Brad’ (not his real name…) on a cloudy, rainy Sunday morning.

I remember that day as being a typical London cold day. Brad doesn’t want to come into the Caravan, but invites me outside to join him in a rendition of Catch a Falling Star. So there we are singing and dancing to “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day. Never let it fade away.”

Truth is, Brad gave me a lot more than I gave him on that cold, cloudy, rainy morning. And, of course, that is true of the encounters at the Caravan.

Now this song still brings joy to my heart and memories of my time at the Caravan.

Pauline Medice