Golden memories of time spent riding pillion with youngsters in the sidecar
My husband loved the outdoor life, being a boy scout, a scout leader, joining the Army cadet force and completing his two years of National Service before a year in Korea.
We were married in 1951 and had many holidays or weekends when we would pack tents and travel on my husband’s motorcycle and pitch our tent.
When our two children came along we changed the motorcycle for one with a sidecar.
My brother also just had a motorcycle and he had two boys about the same ages as my two so my two would ride in the front and his two boys would ride in the back of the sidecar while my sister-in- law and I would ride pillion on the back of the bikes.
As my children grew, we exchanged the motorcycle for a van and I would take our small tent, the children having a mattress on the back of the van (would not dare to do that now) and go camping at weekends and for holidays, until my children left home and we could afford a car and a caravan.
I am now on my own living in sheltered housing but I will always have my memories.
I am 85 years old.