Treble Chance

In the late 1960s while I was working as a music studio manager for BBC Radio, my then wife and I were on holiday in the South of France. We decided to visit the Royal Palace in Monaco and parked our Morris Minor in the official car park. As we got out of the car another GB-plated Morris Minor backed into the adjacent slot. Out of this car stepped one Reg K, a fellow BBC studio manager, albeit in a different section. Not only was he in a similar car in the same car park at the same time, but he'd also parked next to my car. Our paths rarely crossed for the next half-dozen years, until, on an official trip with a colleague, I found myself in Finland. We had just taken our seats on an internal flight in Helsinki bound for the Savonlinna Opera Festival, when along the aisle came a familiar figure. It was none other than Reg K. It turned out that he had married a Finnish girl and was on his way to join her at her family's home in Savonlinna. He was not only bound for the same remote destination on the same day, but he was on the same internal flight.