they lived in nottingham.

i remember their visits.



uncle arthur was a shoe

mender i was told. not a

cobbler.



he had a car, a shooting brake.



there were not many vehicles

then; we ran to the gate to see.



the family moved to australia, were active

in their church, the seventh day adventists.



i felt we should admire them.



ann came back one day on a needy visit.



she told my brother that uncle arthur was just a rogue,

a wide boy, a crook.



not a cobbler.



sbm.