Richard , that takes me back to the late 1950's dad came from a big family ( no TV in his parents days ) . One of his brothers moved to Kent . My uncle George was a bike lover but a tight ass . He purchased a CORGI . they dropped them out of planes to the lads on the ground during the war . He was 6ft got up very early one m/ing and set off from County Durham to Kent it was the old A1 just a double track road. It took him over 10 hours , by the time he reached his brothers he was frozen and stiff as a crutch . Uncle Jimmy took the Pee out of him he stayed a week. It must have took him that long to thaw out. On his return he broke down outside London and a wagon pulled over by was it his lucky day the chap was heading to a crisp factory 5 mins away from where my uncle lived . Oh by the way he used the train after that . Dads family all jokers when they got together .
That's one heck of a journey hunched over on one of those John..
