My father was the son of a farmer. He wanted to be a vet, not a farmer. However, my grandfather didn’t want to pay for him to go to university. So, at the age of 18, immediately post-war, he was drafted into the RAF, and after that, he just wanted to travel.
My mum started nursing during the Second World War in Carlisle, and after the war, she too wanted to leave a rather cold, gloomy 1950’s Britain beset by rationing. They both ended up in Bermuda, and the rest is history!
