Around 1962, my Dad decided that we needed to talk about my future. I explained that I knew what I wanted to do when I left school. Continue reading
Dear Diary
This Category is really a collection of jig-saw puzzle pieces, which each piece offering a little insight into me! Will you ever see the complete picture? Of course not, but if you are good with puzzles, you could complete enough of the picture to see some details of what is in it!
Dear Diary – Page 49 (Early 1960’s – Viking Bike)
I was at the bike shop (I think on a Saturday afternoon), when he took me to one side and told me that if I wanted a really nice touring bike he would help me to get one! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 48 (Early 1960’s – Life in general)
Lots of things started to happen which began to make life more complicated. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 47 (Early 1960’s – Cake Baking)
I became interested in baking at this time (around 15 years old) and so my Mum used to include me in the process whenever she was baking. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 46 (Early 1960’s – March Loco Sheds)
Back home (after our Switzerland holiday), my bike riding was taking on a whole new level of interest. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 45 (Early 1960’s – Switzerland)
What does a 14 year old Colin do when in Switzerland with his family? Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 44 (Early 1960’s – Switzerland)
In 1961, we had our first trip to a different country. We went to Dover by train (via London and so two train rides!); crossed the English Channel by boat, and then boarded a luxury coach in Calais which took us through France and into Switzerland! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 43 (Early 1960’s – Scrumping)
Also around this time (1960’s), I would go “scrumping”! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 42 (Early 1960’s – Teachers)
I had some teachers who were clearly worth remembering: Continue reading
“A Dear Friend”
Historically, I have had a limited number of male friends. There have been a few casual relationships but, in the sense of close friends, very few have been male. In fact, I can say that I have not had one male close friend over the past 50 years! Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 