I remember the long drag on the Devonian down
to Torquay we would excitedly think we were
there when we got to Dawlish and there was
the sea.
They were very happy days of a very happy
childhood. I was born just after WW2 and the
peace was palpable. Our parents and all grown
ups were thankful it was all over and a brave
new world lay ahead. By the time I was enjoying
the Devonian and the pleasures of the English
Rivera I had started Grammar school, the first
of my family to do so.
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