Memories of dad taking me on his Bournemouth trolley bus in the luggage rack. On a fishing trip lowering dad over the back of the boat trying to get the rope of the propeller. Getting stuck in parkhurst forest in the clay dad came to help and he got stuck too. Turning up at our home in Bournemouth with a lorry with 2 huge tractors on jules my brother had thought dad had brought them for him. Taking part in am dram of allo allo at the Dartmoor prison officers club in aid of a disabled colleague. Dad buying a motorbike and on his first trip went from Portland to Bournemouth because he couldn't turn it around.GOOD TIMES.