Keeping the peddles turning.

It was around 07.00 when I pulled the bike from the back of the van, ‘Someone burning wood’ I could smell it in the air, more clean burn than garden rubbish. “You’ve been lighting fires again” – “No me mum” – wallop – “O’ sha boy” – “Don’t lie to me, I can smell itContinue reading “Keeping the peddles turning.”

Learning the ropes,

The pit could not hold Jimmy and eighteen months on, with his mother’s help, Jimmy’s dad finally relented and signed the papers that would allow his son to enter boy service with the Royal Navy. They were given a thorough medical and other examinations when they made an appearance at the recruiting office, being one ofContinue reading “Learning the ropes,”