Alec to his parents:
Dear Mum and Dad
Well here we go again with the weekly epistles. Thanks for yours of 29th September (last before your visit) and that of Monday 5th October* on your return. Sorry you had a foggy run home, and your remarks were quite unexpected as I saw no sign of fog on that day and did not hear any mention of it at the office. I am surprised you should have run into it so soon, especially as it was so close to us at Langley.** Well we hope you enjoyed your short stay with us, and have now recovered from the journey.
Nothing much has changed here except the weather. We have had plenty of rain in the last couple of days, and there was a white frost on the ground this morning. A frost was reported (in office) during the week, but we did not have any our way although it was very cold. Have not so far got round two creosoting the fence and of course the wood is now on the wet side. June has completed putting cuttings and things in the soil right alongside the fence, and the buddleias in particular seem to have taken. Have not cut the lawn, and by the look of things it has now had its last cut for the winter. Our apples are still on the trees except the odd one that has fallen off, and I suppose it is now about time we fetched them off.
Carol had a slight accident in the week. at school she got herself tangled up in her skipping rope and failed head first onto the concrete. I don’t know how it occurred, but she obviously landed on nose and upper lip simultaneously, and both were quite a site. Leg also came in for some scraping, but by the time I got home from work she was interested in other things so it could not have been lastingly painful.***
June has not been at all well in the week. She would seem to have had a severe chill, and was quite groggy on Thursday and Friday. She seems to be a little better now. Obviously the change in the weather is having its effect as I hear of similar cases elsewhere.
Note you say there were a few accidents about on the day of your return. I supposed they were accidents (pure) are not accidents (foolhardy). I think with the improvement of the roads, and the making of more and more motorways, there should be fewer of the former, but possibly more of the latter****. Also note that at the time of writing you had not taken out the radio. I expect that by now you have got it assembled somewhere and have tried the local conditions. There should be fewer local stations to be heard at your end, but I should have an occasional listen on a Saturday or Sunday morning (say 11 am to 1pm) on 28 M/c and occasionally in the evenings to see if there is anyone about.
Well I see that the sun has come out and is shining quite brightly. The children, all wrapped up, are out with their scooters. What a change from the time you were here – seems more than a week ago.
Had a couple of good trips in the week. The first to Norwich, and it was quite a good run through interesting country. The line turns north at Colchester, and actually passes an arm of the sea at Witham. We passed through Ipswich which is quite industrialised, and so on to Norwich which is just two hours run from Liverpool Street. Had a very short look at the town while waiting for the train back, and it seems pleasant enough. Welwyn Garden City of course is much smaller, and we did not get an opportunity to see much of the town as there is nothing much near the station. May have to go to both places occasionally.
Yesterday was the Brownie sports day, and Susan was supposed to take part in two races. We were in some doubt as to whether she should go as she had a sore throat and was obviously not 100%. June was unable to go as still feeling the effects of the chill so I accompanied her with the object of bringing her home after her races or if she felt not up to it. The afternoon promised rain, and dark clouds were gathering when we set out. Found the chosen sports field which was a pleasant place called Pinn Field alongside the river of that name. It is a part of Ruislip I had not visited (or known about) and ideal for their purpose. We arrived just as the first of the guides was arriving with a tent and pegs and things. For very short periods a hot sun burst through and it was fine, but it all seemed a bit precarious in regards to weather. However Susan told me she had been picked to take part in a wheelbarrow race as they were short, and racing began. When it was Susan’s race I noticed she was ‘the barrow’, and they had picked a hefty guide to wheel her along. However she was not strong enough to support Susan’s weight, and by halfway Susan was down on her elbows so that was that*****. Anyway they were not last so some improvement there.
Shortly after that they had a long-winded thing called ‘Throwing the Ball’. Most of the girls threw the ball about 20 yards or less, and the spectators gathered at that spot until one stronger than the others sent the ball sailing past their ears, when they retreated. Whilst this was going on (it was quite cold standing about) the rain came, and turned into quite a downpour causing us all to run for the trees at the side of the field. After about a quarter of an hour of this Susan said take me home so we made our apologies and our exit.
Peter arrived last evening with Kay, who is making something for Carol (and wanted some measurements) and asked me to pop outside for a minute. He has his new car, and it was standing outside. It is a grey Rover 3 litre****** in immaculate condition 1959. He sold his other for about twice the current market price.
As I told you, I had decided to change my receiver, and had been on the lookout for an SX28. Found a shop that had got one so decided to go and get it yesterday morning. The shop is in Lisle Street (off Charing Cross Road). Could not carry either set far so had to take car up. Went along Western Avenue, into Bayswater Road, past Marble Arch into Oxford Street. into Regent Street through Piccadilly into Shaftesbury Avenue, into Cambridge Circus, thence into Charing Cross Road and into Lisle Street. This took about an hour from home. Coming back I ran out of the other end of Lisle Street in to Wardour Street, and after that I couldn’t tell you where I went to except that by devious means I found myself on the Great West Road A4 after passing along the Cromwell Road. Turned right at Boston Manor Road and home via Hanwell. Peter was around last night as I said, so he was able to give me a heave with the SX28 and it is now in position.
June has brought a square of beaver board for the ceiling******* so looks as if we shall do that job this afternoon, or start it.
The cuttings you brought up from Mrs Baker were taken back by Peter last evening. We had not taken them out of the bag and they were looking quite moist and fresh. I see our ice plants are now in flower.
Not much else to report this time. Had another visit from the Boy Scouts yesterday to make sure I would be helping next Saturday. Looks as if I shall have a couple of hours there. I shall have to report what happens.
So for now then must close. Love from us all.
*Absent from the archive, but was probably only a very short note or card.
**According to online information the average height above sea level of Ruislip is 54 metres/177 feet, and the average height of Langley (near Slough) is 0 metres/0 feet, which is a considerable difference in elevation. Fog tends to settle in low areas near bodies of water – Langley is in the Thames Valley and surrounded by reservoirs; Ruislip isn’t – so on the whole Alec’s surprise is, in itself, surprising.
***Notice the developing narrative: Carol has occasional little accidents, Susan is just clumsy.
****Figures posted on Wikipedia and admitted to be incomplete do not distinguish between ‘pure accidents’ and ‘foolhardy’ ones, but suggest that in the short term at least Alec was wrong. There were 6970 recorded fatalities on UK roads in 1960 and 7985 in 1966, suggesting that at the time the number was trending upwards – probably due to the lack of seatbelts and the ‘ton-up kids‘ who saw new motorways as race-tracks and couldn’t wait to put their feet down/twist their throttles and show the rest of the world just what their particular shiny new toy could do.
*****Arf arf, my child is so heavy she’ll never be any good at sports! The fact that I’d never attempted this particular feat before is of course utterly irrelevant.
******Similar to this one, although I seem to remember the colour being a bit darker.
*******Ummm, yes, following on from the ‘Woburn Abbey picnic’, here’s another of my most vivid childhood memories! Carol and I were still in our beds one morning – we shared a room at that stage, but that ended soon afterwards – when all of a sudden Alec’s foot appeared through the ceiling. He was up in the loft and had stepped off a beam and onto the plasterboard at a point just inside our bedroom door. The image of that solitary right foot dangling down will stay with me forever! I hadn’t realised, however, that Leonard and Eva must have been staying with us at the time, and no doubt Leonard was also up in the loft with Alec looking at the radio equipment when the incident happened. To be clear, the radio set-up was located directly above June and Alec’s bedroom, with the loft hatch out on the landing outside the toilet door, so Alec was nowhere near the boarded-out portion of the loft when he missed his footing and fell through the ceiling.