In his memoir of his father, Timothy Arlott recalls their first encounter, at a time when White lived on the island and the Arlott family was on holiday there:
The first time they met, my father and Tim were so captivated by each other's company that they went out for a drink and did not return until late the following morning.That is a conversation I would liked to have eavesdropped on.
If you are an admirer of John Arlott, incidentally, his son's book is a better memorial to him than David Rayvern Allen's biography or Arlott's own Basingstoke Boy.
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