Dad came this morning with presents, and an assortment of food and drink that mum had made. I made him a brew, and it became apparent that none of us had any work in us, so we got to reminiscing. I went to look for a picture on the internet (which I didn't find) but came across this instead.
To me he was Uncle Frank, married to Margaret (my Grandad's sister), who had a massive garden and a swimming pool that we would go in every day of the summer holidays 🥰
Probably more interesting to me, but some of you might like a look 😊


Just North of me. Two three foot mains from the reservoir come through our farm.

My neighbour across the way, came from near here in 1959, presumably as it was being built. His Grandparents were moved from the flooded churchyard

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