What I did on my holidays? Well, actually, I didn’t do a lot. Couldn’t do a lot.
Whilst my friends were out and about, doing things, going places, I was confined to a wheelchair following a motorbike accident. I had been riding pillion behind my elder brother Carl on his Kawasaki, when he lost control going through a slippery slick of cow-dung on a rain-wet country road. We both came off the bike. Carl was uninjured apart from a few scrapes and grazes, but I broke my left leg in two places and cracked my patella when I careered knee-first into a dry-stone wall. That’ll bring tears to your eyes, I can tell you.
After leaving hospital, Mum turned the dining room into a bedroom for me as it was difficult for me to climb up and down the stairs with my leg in plaster. She set up a bed and I h
