Mother stood back, lips pursed, hands on hips as she surveyed father’s latest mode of transport. “Get to where on that contraption – Blackpool did you say? Lucky if we get to the end of the road!” I was aged about six, and could hardly see over the ‘contraption’, which was a gleaming green and […]
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