1972 Honda CT90

We went over to visit my mothers cousin Dolly (nee Egerton) in Dannevirke. She and her husband took us out to visit their son Harold who ran the family farm. Harold invited my brother and I to have a holiday with them and we did. I think it was a turn-about thing, and I’m pretty sure that my brother stayed for longer than I did. Maybe I stayed a week.

Harold had a tape of The Hollies and that was all he played in the milking shed.

Harold had an automatic farm bike – maybe he and his young farm worker each had one, the same model? Anyway, I think that this was the first bike that I ever ‘rode.’

I think it was actually the farm worker who initially got me going. I remember bouncing along a very stony race – not sure whether I fell off or not. I remember being extremely excited… and more than a little out of control.

Serendipity: For a brief time my mother, while living in Marton, lived next to Harold’s sister Karen.