My dad did have one of these for a while when we first moved to London i was aged 11 .. me and my friends enjoyed playing house in it when it was parked up in the car park with no paticular place to.
I remember him towing it to a caravan park once for a family weekend away then the caravan novelty wore off.
My grandad had a love of boats, he owned one and we had holidays on the river .. now my grandad is too frail but has a spare room full of model boats, some of which he takes out for a cruise down his local park .. my uncle also has a love of boats, he owns a very nice one with a cute cabin below and enough room to sunbathe on deck while sailing on the river.
My dad never owned one but we did go for a day out to either HMS Belfast or the Cutty Sark in the capital, i can’t remember which one of these we went to and this is one of the hardest things, i should be able to ask him.
I don’t remember many of these with my dad, i’m not sure he was very family orientated, more career minded.
I do remember going to a drive through wildlife park where toddler monkeys playfully surrounded the car, not that i wanted to get out and play with them, it was quite a scary moment.
I remember going there with my dad .. i don’t remember much about the day but do remember looking at awe in the stones in the middle of nowhere.
Since having this memory i have decided i’d like to go again and think to go for summer solstice would be awesomely fabulously, a goal for next year.
Tonight quite by chance i came across a programme on tv about a famous UK serial killer .. at the time of his arrest my dad appeared briefly in the news report and i saw him again tonight.
I’ve been thinking about my dad alot over the last couple of days .. it was his birthday two days ago .. i found it kinda freaky finding the documentary on the tele tonight.
My dad wasn’t much of a drinker but he did have a favourite tipple ..
One of my earliest memories of my dad with car is a black and white photo of my dad standing next to a very classy looking volkwagon beetle, his first car maybe, i might have even sat in it at some point.
We went to France, he took his car, i was about 11 and remember being curled up on the back seat reading a book or solving math problems as we drove around the roads of France looking for the hotel .. when we got to the hotel he had me put my limited french to use asking the receptionist for le lit and le petit dejeuneur, i was well proud of myself.
Next time he decided to drive further into Spain, there were narrow winding roads, uncomfortables sleeps and primitive toilets .. maybe this way wasn’t so much fun, next time we went by plane.
But my dad seemed to have a love for driving .. the cars he drove at work he had the same for home and i remember his enthusiasm and many a trip with my dad in his car.
I am thinking of you .. Happy Father’s Day Dad.
I had been staying at my nan and grandad’s then my dad arrived .. he took me out for a walk and i could sense the seriousness of the day .. we weren’t walking long before he told me my mum had died .. i accepted this in my child-like way i don’t remember much more of that walk .. i was 7!