During the Second World War we travelled every year, despite the air raids, from our house in the West Riding of Yorkshire to spend summer holidays with my aunt and uncle in Buckinghamshire. It was always the same. When the day arrived my mother and I (and my toy panda) set off for our small […]
Today we think nothing of flying off to the sun for our summer holidays, but taking a plane from Cardiff in the 1950s was a thrilling experience for a youngster. For a start you didn’t check in at the airport: you bought your tickets and had your luggage weighed at the tiny Cambrian Airways office […]
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