My dear beautiful aunty Barbara, Happy memories of a holiday we shared staying in B&Bs in Bude - 1956. I know it was 1956 because I had my brand new 1956 edition of the Observers Book of Cars with me and I still have it:) There was you and George (my number one hero!), my mum Win, step father Ady and me. I was 12 and I guess you were barely 20. We had good times at the beach and touring around Devon and Cornwall in George's very comfortable Standard Flying 14.

On the day we visited Clovelly we walked down the steep pretty main street to the harbour. Rather than walking all the way back up the hill we got a ride in a the back of a Jeep. Just as it started up the hill you shrieked out loudly GEORGE THERE'S A BEE DOWN THE FRONT OF MY DRESS!   You looked terrified but George leapt into action and removed the bee in an instant. I was quite a shy boy and at that stage in my life I was naturally fascinated by women's breasts and I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to touch one! Clearly the memory of George's decisive action to protect you will be with me for the rest of my days.

Thank you Barbara for your kind and cheerful nature and for being such a lovely aunty. 

Jeff xx