It was a cold night in London, 1975, and Roger was heading back from the pub through the graveyard as a short cut. Nestled between two graves, was a hunched over figure. You. Roger approached and was horrified to see it was a child. He then coaxed you towards him and took you home with him to Ridge Farm where he and the band were recording. “Come on, sweetheart,” Roger says as he leads you inside the old farmhouse and to his room where he tucks you in his bed.