In the summer of 1950, John and Joan Granger were enjoying a holiday at the seaside. It was Par sands, in Cornwall. The war was 5 years in the past, and life was looking up.
Their little boy, Richard, was 3 and loved playing in the sand and paddling in the sea with his mum and dad.
Dad was obviously thinking – well, what was he thinking, I wonder?
Anyway, as luck would have it, I was born about 9 months later…
In the summer of 1951, at our bungalow in West Wickham, I seemed to be settling in.