This is a snap of Grandpa, me and Nana in Great Milton.
Growing up there were two key family destinations fo us, one was South Wales, where dad came from and the other was Great Milton where Nana & Grandpa lived. My memories of trips to Great Milton are failry limited but a few keys things stick in my mind. First was that there were noisy chickens near Nana & Gandpa's bungalow, which was a great novelty for a small child who spent most of his life in an industrial town like Rugby. Second, was just down the road, which had no pavements, was a field with a horse and a donkey.
A very young Deb being taken to see Henry the donkey and horse by Grandpa Jack
Deb and I used to love visiting the horse and donkey, not the least because the donkey's name was Henry and dad's middle name was also Henry. Such small things amuse at that age. It may be a false memory but I am sure we used to give them food, whether it was sugar cubes or carrots or apples I am not sure but Deb will know, she holds the corporate memory for us.