Candied
My mother, on the left and her best friend Heather Rendle who was keeping charge of the jar of candied ginger.
At our house. I still have the print on the wall and my father's pewter golf trophy tankards on the shelf, in 2018.
I was not at the event as I was not "allowed" home too often. In fact, in 1967 I got home for both Easter and Summer holidays as BP had now agreed to pay flights twice a year for the children
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