Ampthill town centre. Looks like there are still come stalls there. Bit in the early sixties, it was almost like medieval farmers market, still -- live chickens, lots of vegetables, woven fabrics. I used to get sooooo bored as my Mum wanted to look at every stall, and I was in charge of Gordon - yes I am the worlds most handsome baby -- Fleming. Torture. All I wanted to do was go home to watch the real Doctor Who.