One of my best childhood memories is of a gorgeous, hot summer's day around 1965. You, me, Barry, Dad & Great Uncle George take the horse drawn milk float and 'van' up to Allerton cemetery to rake up and collect the newly cut grass. A free tidy-up for the grounds keeper & free food for the horses. We were supposed to be helping Dad but I think we played more than helped! Hours later, tired and a bit grass stained, Dad & I are precariously perched on top of the mound of grass in the milk float (using our weight to anchor the grass down) while you & Barry are sat surrounded by grass in the roofed van with Uncle George. They drive us all back to the dairy going a fine clip down Woolton Road. Forever after, the smell of freshly cut grass in the sun would bring this memory back to us. A lovely day together. xx