1947 – At the end of the War all sweets and food were still rationed, and Robert and I were living with Mum and Step Father, Jack Horrex at 40 Harborne Road, Birmingham.

Grandpa and Granny and Uncle Tom visited us in Birmingham for a few days and then we all travelled back, with Mother to Edinburgh in Grandpa’s Ford V8 Car.

On the way home whilst driving up the narrow road to the “Devils Beef Tub” near Carlops, a single decker bus was coming slowly down the road towards us. Grandpa who was driving the Ford V8 pulled into the side of the road into a ditch and toppled over onto its roof.

We all climbed out through the window’s and sat on the grass verge. The bus was full of ladies from the WRVS and they came out of the bus with flasks of tea , for the poor people in the car.

Whilst climbing out of the car, Grandpa’s belt holding his leg on had broken and when sitting on the grass verge the “Wooden Leg” was pointing in the wrong direction. The ladies from the bus that saw this were fainting and were being given their own cup’s of tea . Grandpa then had to remove his leg altogether to fit it back in the correct direction, the ladies, when they saw this, were having to be carried back to the bus.

The Ford V8 was righted and when Uncle Tom got it started we all got in and drove slowly back to Edinburgh.

The 5 Trays of eggs that were in the boot of the car remained unbroken.