Me disturbed as someone is cuddling my donkey – Puck |
Wandering round Ireland |
My grandfather took me up to the railways to see the goat |
With my grandfather and Puck |
Really at home – on the high seas |
With my mother near the Mountains of Mourne – her home |
A typical 1950s gathering. Me, amid the cigarettes, brillcream and babycham |
My Dad with me in Ireland – what lovely trousers |
Playing golf with my Papa |
Not very happy being fiddled with by an elderly paedophile. I’ve never been fond of Christmas |
Always loved horses |
And music |