On a weekly visit to the local market at Biggleswade in the old Austin 12/6, Liz and Gill were in the back seat with me when, on turning sharply left at the road junction, the rear flew open, and I was falling out! sister Liz was quick enough to grab me and prevented me from doing so. Though I was too young to recall the incident in detail, I do remember all the praise Liz got. I realise the importance of her timely actions, for which I owe her more than I can now thank her for.

I remember other incidents of similar nature, one of which was on a summer’s day. Our uncle Ron (Nan Ball's brother) and Aunt Glad were down visiting from Wales, and it was decided that we would take a picnic to Thorn Point, a local beauty spot on the banks of the River Tamar. Amid all the excitement among 3 young kids, Uncle Ron became a little ready and consequently set off up through the village maybe a little faster than normal. So that on turning up towards the station opposite the social club, the car swayed wildly enough for Liz to proclaim, later, that we went around the corner on 2 wheels. Fortunately, by this time, Uncle Ron's sense of humour had returned, resulting in us all having a good laugh; one of many, I might add.

One of the other childhood memories I recall consist of daily school runs which, by comparison with today's school transport, was decidedly interesting. We left home with our satchels (back packs) at approximately 7.20 to catch the 7.50 train to Plymouth, where we attended Fleetwood primary school. Our mum arranged for us to be cared for on the train by young ladies from the village working in Plymouth. On arrival at Plymouth station, we then had to walk up through backstreets to the school. As I recall, Liz was very determined, set her sights high and was prepared to work hard to achieve her goals.

More recently, since Liz moved to Seaton to be closer to her family, Margaret and I would call in to see her when visiting Becky, Rick and family. We would make a point of taking flowers with us and it was heart-warming to see her face light up, especially if there were blooms from around Bere Ferrers, where I recall Liz and Gill roaming the lanes and fields gathering wildflowers. I'm sure, judging by Liz’s reaction, she even then made the connection in her mind to her days growing up in Bere Ferrers