Memories are so precious Victoria, as well as the tangible ones he told many wonderful stories of his time in India, he was there 4 or 5 years and fell on love with it. When he was 18 in the T.A. he was on duty in a little Village a few miles from Arundel when he saw a German plane in distress, the pilot bailed out, he approached the pilot and did the first thing he thought of to avoid him escaping, he tied his bootlaces together, i still smile when I think of this. It’s a true story. Dad was a great raconteur so much I have forgotten.
And Dorrie, what a coincidence amongst dad’s stuff is a programme for a variety show as well.
