There were also some pictures of my Granddad Bill in his RAF uniform on a bike. With war-time scarcity, getting around on two wheels was the way to go. I imagine the RAF used bikes extensively as personal transport.
Granddad rode in their motorbike tatoo - doing stunts and coordinated high speed riding.
I love the poses; the bikes, the suits, and some rural Norfolk scenery! No doubt that Granddad Bill loved his motorbikes!
I can remember him letting me sit behind the wheel of his lorry and steer when I was four or five. I wish I'd been around him longer.
I loved hearing about her, and even when I discovered that she died in the saddle in a motor accident I was glad to have learned about her. I wish I'd have known her. I feel like the family I have who are into bikes are far from me.