In the green water, among the rushing bubbles he is looking at me still. His face shows white against
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My Autobiography Below is an extract from Martin Simpson's new book. Then and Now In the green water, among the rushing bubbles he is looking at me still. His face shows white against the moss and weed fronds. As I watch, he mouths my name through the soundless water; an explosion of bubbles erupts from his mouth. They race forward and cling to my eyes and face and for a moment, I'm blind. Then they boil upwards the daylight and I can see again. And I just have time to catch his eyes once more as they turn away from me into the dark and his face is swallowed by the greenness all around Max and I were on our bikes. Away from the Caravan site and down the hill road, out of the town. Passed the canal, the pubs, the derelict factory building. Max was always in front, me always behind....


