Well, my Dad has now been dead for 35 years, and I only knew him for 14 years, but I still think of him most days. So here he is, in 1950’s glory, with my auld Irish mammy in happier, more glamorous, times. That it to say, long before I arrived!
Well it is, allegedly, summer. And where better to go than the Red Island holiday camp, Skerries, off the coast of Dublin, where every day was a wheelbarrow race. July 1954, click to enlarge. My Mum is second from right, with her pal, Cath Muirhead first right.