My uncle was the station-master at Twyford Railway-Station at some point in the sixties while I was at school. Coming back on the train from Reading one day without a ticket he caught me at Twyford and made me pay the full fare...I didn't buy him anymore christmas presents after that......
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Nowadays with almost everyone having a mobile phone we've become used to being able to make contact at will or make or receive a txt after even the shortest journey!but it wasn't always like that...... In 1972 our family went on a two week camping trip in Europe visiting France,Belgium,Luxembourg.Germany and Austria. My Mum and Dad,Brother and Sisters were in the Ford Zodiac towing our Sprite Major Caravan and I followed on my red and chrome BSA C15 250cc motorbike. My motorbike ran ok except for a couple of incidents....a puncture/split tyre as we approached the border of Luxembourg and a massive concrete pipe falling off of the back of a lorry just in front of the bike which luckily bounced over me,as we attempted to scale a hill to go into Switzerland. After the two weeks were up we eventually got back to Ramsgate where we would catch the Hovercraft back to England.When it was our turn to board,probably around midnight,my chain and sprockets were so worn that I only just...
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