The blog has come about because my granddaughter Emma, opened a blog for my daughter Julie, and now Julie has done the same for me. I am now in my eighties and not very computer literate, but with some help we are going to get it 'out there' at last. The advantage of sharing my story this way, is that I can work on it over time, add any number of illustrations from my vast collection of ephemera, and be able answer your questions and comments. As I am still working on it, you will find 'empty' chapters at the end, waiting to be filled, I may not use them all!
Please forgive me if some of the events are repeated. I never remember what I have written, unlike local journalist Rachel Humphries. In 2001 she wrote a lovely piece about us (in the Bristol Post? I will have to find the article when I go down to the storage container this week) and last year, when Seve Balesteros died, she remembered that we had mentioned we had a letter from him after he won the Open at St Andrews, when John had sent him one of his hand coloured prints of St Andrews golf course. She remembered something she had written over 10 years previously! I can't remember what I wrote yesterday.
I have finished my cup of coffee and must go back to bed. In the morning, I will start looking through the box of papers for 1972, which will form the basis of Chapter 4.