Ask any child what their favourite toy was, and i’m sure they will produce a list a mile long. I’m no different. Like most children, my toys would transport me into totally different worlds; even to this day I marvel at the human mind’s ability to create a whole environment, holodeck style, invisible to all but the young boy clasping the toy in his hand; how a small piece of plastic or metal can trigger such wonderful fantasies…
Robert Minchin, born 26 Python Hill Rd, Rainworth, 20th June 1960, about 1 p.m..
I know this first hand, I was there! Continue reading
Hiding in a large cardboard box with a few hundred or maybe thousand photos in it, there is a photo of a young boy holding two bottles of beer.
I can remember that quite clearly, at Uncle Bert’s a friend of Dad’s from work. On this particular occasion Dad and Bert had a drink in the parlour and I was sent to fetch them two bottles, which I collected from a wicker shopping basket outside in the hall.
Since an early age, I’ve always had an obsession with flight. Even now, I marvel at how we can make a 300 tonne aluminium tube, full of people and their luggage, lift off the ground and stay in the air for hours at a time. Continue reading
It’s been a strange month, where for some reason random memories have been
re-surfacing, spurred on by some equally random triggers.
Today was no exception – after a work visit to the Army Air Corps centre at Middle Wallop, I called in at the Museum of Army Aviation for lunch… Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 