1950. My broth­er John has a momen­tary attack of affec­tion for his lit­tle brother…me. Tak­en at the Isle of Grain on a fam­i­ly camp­ing trip (my father had used a Roy­al Air­force sur­plus Bell Tent. It was most­ly in the rain, with dad brew­ing up some tea using a WW2 Primus Stove (he’d sol­dered back togeth­er) to boil the water in the boot (trunk to you yanks) of our old car. Mum mak­ing sand­wich­es and cook­ing Wal­l’s pork sausages. Many hap­py memories.