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Shoreham Airshow 2007
Me looking brave before taking to the air (and the wing) of the plane. Wow, it was cold !! But the whole experience was totally exhilarating.



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Computers and the internet are amazing things. One of my concerns with putting together this site was that it could remain current, yet with all my travelling I've often much to say, but little time to say it. Years ago when reading the news it would take me days on end to reply to the kind letters people sent. Now, with the magic of the modern age, I can keep you up to date with what I'm doing and other events in my life.


Date: 10th October 2014

At 99 and just four months short of his telegram from the Queen, my lovely Father has passed away. Born and brought up in India, he came to the UK in 1937 seeking a life with a better future than offered in his birthplace. He was always a highly disciplined and proud man and a wonderful father to a little girl. I adored him and on one occasion, being totally ignorant of the facts of life etc, asked the nun who took us for RE why I couldn't marry him. Daddy had had a good and active life until recently when he became very fragile and his body began to fail. Despite being blind but with the peripheral vision which is left after AMD gets a hold, he continued to tend to his beloved garden and grow enough vegetables to supply the immediate neighbourhood! He was an extremely generous man sometimes to the extend of being foolhardy. Although of course those who loved him wanted him to go on forever, he really had had enough. I'm pleased that my son came over from Australia in May and was able to see Grandpa. At the time, Daddy told him that he would never see him again. I have been extremely lucky to have had both my parents in my life for so long. If there is a heaven, I hope he is there. God Bless Daddy - RIP

My father had a very good education in India and when he came here he wanted the same for me.  He was a regular soldier who worked his way up to being a Captain in the Army.  Although his pay was very little, he still managed to find a few pounds a term to send me to a little Convent in Charlton (The Assumption Convent - long since disappeared) so that I would have the best education he could afford and later sent me for Speech and Drama lessons so that I would 'speak well'.  That was a good investment wasn't it?

Shortly before he died there was an article in the Daily Mail where I spoke out against the poor diction and enunciation of so many of today's presenters - many experts who might know their subject but are very poor presenters. (That has since been slewed to look as though I was criticisng today's News presenters - I certainly wasn't.  Apart from wrong stress on words, they are the best for clear speech but the press love to make one look critical of one's fellows)   In the article I mentioned my Father's  beautiful speech and credited him with the chance he gave me.  I'm so glad he saw that before he died.  The tragedy is that I never made a recording of him speaking.

My favourite photo of Daddy - I always thought he looked rather like the actor Richard Todd whom I met shortly before the latter died.  In fact it was in the Green Room of the Royal Albert Hall during a Remembrance Day rehearsal and Richard introduced me to a representative of St. Dunstan's - now renamed The Blind Veterans' Association.  When I told him my father was ex army and had AMD, he said that St. Dunstan's could offer help to my father.  And they did - Daddy went on gardening courses, cookery courses, and he and his wife had holidays at the establishments run by St. Dunstan's so it was a fortuitous meeting.


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