That brings back a few smiles my uncle sold up his places here and moved to Kent and was asked to sort out some places for him . It ended in an airport on the west side my late father my uncle and me in a light plane heading to a place as I looked out onto the sea .I saw my uncle lift up the flap behind the chap flying it and tap him on the shoulder . Saying you are not in the F ing luftwaffe now lad fly the bug er correctly . I was almost on the floor laughing as he was enjoying it and so was I .
We landed signed in went with them he sorted what he went for and on the return he flew as my uncle told him to he had many firms but could not settle . Still grin at what he got into and up to , he loved the ladies also Typing this reminds me of dads family my uncle had put a large caravan on one of the lawns for some of my uncles . in middle of the night my uncle had cut the lawn during the day my dad knew his brother well . He got up collected all the wet grass cuttings and shot hand fulls of them onto and onto the the families fast asleep . Dad spotted my uncle running to his house .
