No-one needs to be alone in their fight against cancer

THE SCENT of sausages and onions sizzling on the “barbie” wafted across the road, drawing me toward a long table covered with a pink cloth, tended by bank employees wearing pink.

THE SCENT of sausages and onions sizzling on the “barbie” wafted across the road, drawing me toward a long table covered with a pink cloth, tended by bank employees wearing pink.