Dad was never keen on flying, but when I took a job in Corfu, Mum finally persuaded him to take the plunge. This was 1983, and from there on there was no stopping him. Many holidays abroad were to follow and the annual golf trip to Spain, with his Dunstable mates, a permanent date in his diary. Thanks to Mum it opened up a whole new chapter to their life.
Pictures
First holiday abroad
Mum & me
We only had one pose
Dad & me
Mum visiting me in my 'office'
A 'Greek Night' but they didn't get the hang of Zorba