Paul McCartney Remembers Linda In His Own Words
So much of my life with Linda, and our family, was spent just hanging out either at home or on holiday. The picture on this page is just a simple holiday snap. It was just one of those shots, a photograph of me in Jamaica relaxing in the afternoon. As a photographer, Linda had the freedom to take great family snapshots. She had that knack: when she was taking pictures, she managed to get us all to ignore her, totally.
She could take pictures of pretty much anything and we knew that we could trust her. We knew she'd only take pictures of stuff that she thought was worthy and not too private.
We were made to feel at home. I suppose we were, after all. When I first met her, I realised that as a photographer she was very sympathetic. It's now 10 years since she died and probably 40 years since we first met. I can still recall our first meeting. It was at a London club, the Bag O' Nails, when Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames were playing one night. Across a crowded room, as they say, our eyes met and the violins started playing - but they were drowned out by, of all people, Georgie Fame. Another northerner.
There was an immediate attraction between us. As she was leaving - she was with the group the Animals, whom she'd been photographing - I saw an obvious opportunity. I said: "My name's Paul. What's yours?" I think she probably recognised me.
It was so corny, but I told the kids later that, had it not been for that moment, none of them would be here. Later that night, we went on together to another club, the Speakeasy. It was our first date and I remember I heard Procol Harum's A Whiter Shade of Pale for the first time. It became our song.