Packing our cases, my wife, June, and I couldn’t contain our excitement. We were heading to Paignton, in the West Country, for a week-long holiday, and you’d be forgiven for thinking we’d never been before.
But, in fact, it’s where we’ve spent almost every single holiday we’ve ever had.
We’ve never been outside the UK and have no desire to jet off abroad, but then, why would we? For the past 48 years, we’ve spent our holidays in what we like to call the English Riviera.
It all started back in 1968, when I met June at the factory where we both worked. I was 25 and worked in payroll, June was 16 and worked in welfare. She was absolutely beautiful, kind, and a very special person.
My family hadn’t…
