My new bike opened up a whole new world of independence for me as I slowly built up my bike ride mileage. Continue reading
In the Summer of 1956, we duly moved from our caravan and into our new home. It was, as Dad described it at the time “A very simple design. It is alright as a first attempt but the next one will have a more artistic appeal.” How true that statement was!
Our caravan had an end bedroom with two beds in it, which was where Valerie and I slept. Continue reading