When I was little growing up I never felt that my life was anything special. The one thing that sticks in my mind is visiting my Nan – she lived up the road next door to her brother.
Now it didn't seem unusual to me that Nan lived in a static caravan on a site, and Uncle Freddy and his family all lived in static vans in the yard next door. I remember one time there was a local community weekend, and my family were there working on the fairground rides. Freddy and his family still made a living out of the fairground life with swing boats, a carousel and the helter-skelter.